I’ve been debating for weeks how I will write and approach a very special detail about my life. I’ve also been super hesitant about sharing very personal details about my God given gift, but the more I continue to show my friends and even co-workers certain abilities I have, the more the secret comes out into the open. But now that I have been open and honest with myself and to my friends, the more I’m finding just how supported I am. I’ve always had the most loving support from my family regarding this, even if my mother most of time did not know how to help me. She never truly knew how to support me or had the answers for what I was experiencing, while I was growing up. But now, I have the right mentors to help guide me in the right direction.
For months I have opened up to my best friends and I’ve found nothing but love and encouragement. I had no idea that they would be so understanding, and also interested in my gift. It feels amazing when they come to me with questions out of curiosity, and not judgement. I feel so set free that now I am ready to share with everyone. So, sit back, get comfy, and let’s FINALLY get into what this blog was actually intended for. Oh, and save all questions for the end. I’m sure some of you will have a few!
Hi, my name is Meg, and I am a Medium. No, not the clothing size, but one of those people who can communicate with those who have passed away. I hate the word “died”, only because since I was my daughters age, I have been able to see, hear, and communicate with people who have crossed over. They definitely don’t seem “dead” to me. In fact, I’ve found that everyone’s loved ones who have come through for my friends and family, are very much alive, just in a different way. They express to me big personalities and seem to still be very present in their living loved one’s lives. I know, this whole idea of people speaking to “the dead” seems insane, but if my overly extreme, Cristian Father, and hard-core Catholic grandparents can accept this, then believe me you can too. In fact, the first person I have ever given a message to from the other side, was my dad. And if you happen to know my dad, he doesn’t believe in any of this. Even as a child when I told him about the “family” who would visit me in my bedroom almost every night, he just laughed it off and told me I had an overactive imagination. But after his grandmother passed away, he was grief stricken. I remember sitting with him outside of my brother’s house a few years ago, just casually talking when all of a sudden, I heard my great grandmothers voice, loud and clear. She repeated over and over again “Tell your father to throw away my medications.” Now, I didn’t know his grandmother very well, but I did know she was sick during the last few years of her life. I didn’t even know how to tell my dad that his grandmother was actually here, talking to me. I didn’t know if he would be open to receiving this message. Like I said, my dad was a nonbeliever, until that day. I waited to give him the message until he finally mentioned his grandmother. He told me how much he was missing her and how he wished she was still around. I found my opening into the conversation, took a deep breath, and told him she was actually here now, and she wanted him to throw away her medications. Until that moment, I had never seen my dad cry. Holding back tears, he just went along with it. I asked him “Are you having a hard time throwing them out?”. He told me he was. He told me earlier that morning, before coming to see me at my brothers house, he opened the medicine cabinet and saw all of her old medications just sitting there. He told me he thought about getting rid of them but couldn’t. He said the pain was too much, and that getting rid of her things was almost like getting rid of what was left of her. I told him that his grandmother was repeating to me to “throw them out.” She also told me that my dad needed to let go of guilt. I asked him what he was feeling guilty about, and he began to finally let the tears out. He said he has held on to this guilty feeling of not being able to give her a better life while she was sick. Both my grandmother and father went on to tell me more, but I want to keep our conversation between the three of us. Bottom line was her message helped my dad heal just a bit. He will always miss her, but he now knows for fact she is still around him. He also threw away her medications later that day.
That was all it took for me to finally realize, I need to start figuring out this gift I had. I wanted to help more people, but I needed to find a mentor. Then one day, she came to me.
You know that saying “When the student is ready, the teacher will appear”? well, that’s exactly what happened to me. About a year after giving my dad that message from his grandmother, I found Candace Dalton. A well-known Medium who has studied Mediumship her entire life. I still to this day have no clue how she ended up on my social media page but knowing what I know now about “coincidences”, I simply don’t ask questions anymore. Long story short, she became my mentor. Candace taught me how to safely connect with Spirit, and relay messages of love, hope, and guidance to someone who is willing to receive them from their past loved ones. Since then, I have been reading for my closest friends, complete strangers and even coworkers. Some readings even “just happen” when I’m with a group of friends. One night in particular, I was having wine with a few of my best girlfriends when all of a sudden, I was hearing the name “Chris” over and over again in my head. My best friends know I have this ability and are always intrigued, so I interrupted them and asked, “Who is Chris?”. Both of them looked at me and finally one of them said “Oh! I know!”. So, I continued with the reading. Due to the intimate details Chris gave me regarding his death, I will maintain my girlfriend’s privacy. Most messages I get from spirit contain very personal details, and until I am given permission to share the readings, I will not write about them here. I will, however, start to ask the sitter (the person being read) if it would be alright to write about it from here on out.
I try and read one sitter a week. I am still considered a “Practicing Medium”, so I don’t ask for money, or take donations. I have given readings to people over the phone, in person and from all over the country. Most of my sitters are other practicing Mediums, or friends of friends whom I have never met before. I have given readings to my coworkers as well, so there goes my chance of ever keeping this secret from them. For obvious reasons my favorite people to give readings to are the ones who I have never met before, and I know absolutely nothing about. That way there is no doubt in their minds (and mine) that the messages are in fact coming from their loved ones. Now don’t get me wrong, I can read my best friends and family members. I have in the past, but their loved ones can and often tell me things about that person, that they themselves have never told me. This has happened and can be uncomfortable if that person wasn’t ready to tell anyone. Now, let’s get something clear. Loved ones are not here to embarrass you during a reading. If something personal was said, they are only trying to prove to you or “validate” that they are still around and continue to be very present in your life today.
Let’s talk about validations. Validations are when spirit tells me their name, gender, approximate or exact age they were when they crossed over, and how they passed away. Validations can also come in the form of relationship to the sitter, personality traits, and even what the two of you loved doing when they were still alive. Validations are so important during a reading because it allows the sitter to trust that I am in fact, speaking with their loved one. How spirit shows me these validations looks a lot like a messy watercolor painting. For example, when they want to show me one of their favorite things to do when they were here on earth, they show me a picture of it. It looks like they took a paint brush, splashed a bunch of watercolors all over a piece of paper, and presents it to me. Not all of the pictures I see appear to me clear. When this happens, it is my job to do the best I can to try and figure out what the picture best resembles. My last reading the sitters aunt showed me a picture of what looked like an Angel with big white wings and a long body. I asked the sitter why her aunt would be showing me this white Angel. She laughed and told me that at that exact moment, she was asking her aunt in her mind, to have her show me her Halloween costume from when she was three, since that was the last memory, she had with her aunt. Then the sitter told me she was a white duck when she was three, and that was why her aunt showed me a picture of something with big wings and a long body. Which makes a lot of sense. In my mind all I could see were large white wings and a long body, but my interpretation of the picture presented to me appeared to look more of an Angel. I actually thought that was pretty cool that the sitter was able to ask her aunt to show me something very specific during the reading. That just goes to show how amazing and loving your loved ones are. Most of the time, spirit does an incredible job showing me clear pictures, telling me their name (yes sometimes I can hear them in my own thoughts voice), and making me feel just a little bit of what they felt before crossing over. For example, when someone passes from a heart or chest related issue, they make me feel like I have heartburn for a few seconds. When someone passes from lack of breathing, they will make me feel as if I couldn’t breathe. If someone could not speak before they passed, they make me feel as if my tongue was a little swollen. For diseases like dementia or Alzheimer’s, they show me a picture of a brain as if it was in an X-ray. For car accidents they will show me a picture of a vehicle colliding with another. For suicides they appear to me as a very low, dimmed light. Yes, I can also see spirit. In fact, I almost use that ability as a crutch since I have never given a reading with my eyes open, yet. I am currently working on that, so I prefer conducting readings over the phone. That way its less awkward for the both of us. But the way they present themselves is very unique. In fact, I have never met another Medium who can see the spirit they are reading. It’s pretty frustrating because I have a thousand questions on why this is so unique to me. But what I love about it is I can almost immediately tell the sitter how many spirits are here for them. At least that makes it pretty easy for me. Spirit always comes to me in a blue or purple ball of light. Sometimes there are only one, and sometimes there are too many to count, like my last reading. They form a line and will normally speak to me one at a time. The first thing they always tell me is their gender, followed by their name. Names can be difficult for me sometimes, so to stay on the safe side, I will write down the name in my notebook and tell the sitter the first letter of the name. Most of the time I get it correct but like I said, names are still difficult for me to hear, but after a few more months of practicing I’m sure I’ll get it.
The more I come into my gift, the more I plan on sharing with my followers. I plan on sharing the readings I am giving If I am granted permission from the sitter (names will be changed for privacy). I’ve had this gift my entire life but am just now learning how to use it safely. With my mentors help, and God’s protection I am slowly figuring it out, one reading at a time.
My next post will be my experiences I had with spirit as a child and teenager. Please leave all questions for me in the comment section or email them to me!
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