Being Psychic; the Good, the Bad and the Ugly
Today was one of those days when I don’t really know whether being psychic is a blessing or a curse.
Doing readings for people usually focuses on helping them figure out where to focus their energies in their work or in their personal life. I am guided by visions, messages etc. which I try to pass on as clearly as I can. Readings can be very challenging, or they can flow very easily. They can bring up many emotions both in the client and in me, but they are usually encouraging and positive.
Today was a day when my visions where not the kind I like to see. I will first say that I rarely see anything negative or scary in my readings. I think this is because the spirits know I am a wimp and don’t like to pass on those kinds of messages, but we all have fears to face from time to time.
I was preparing to do a phone reading for someone. When reading for someone over the phone, I have only a name and a phone number, so I try to tune into the person by pulling a few cards before calling them.
I did a basic card spread. If you know anything about tarot and oracle cards, you will know that the images on the cards are most often symbolic representations of what might be going on in someone’s life. Today there was no pretty symbolism. There was only cold, harsh reality.
My first few cards showed me a hand bearing a wand and a mother and child being struck by lightening. I was immediately overcome by a huge wave of grief. I knew that I was seeing the violent death of a child.
I had to pull myself together and make the call for my phone reading. Even though I was overcome with emotion, I still had some doubts and confusion about what I was seeing. I was certain this event had already happened and that I was going to be speaking to a family member of this child, but that was all I had to go on so far.
This might seem like a very negative experience. I finished the reading and hope that my visions of the future can bring some peace to the family. I am shaken, but at peace.
It is a great honour to be allowed to share in grief with another soul. I was given messages of peace and healing for this family and was able to see justice and protection coming their way. I saw this child safely in the arms of a deceased relative and was able to pass this information on. I can only hope it gives them some solace.
So, even though I am still greatly saddened by what I saw, I was also reminded of how incredible the human spirit can be. It amazes me how people can go through tragedy and still continue on. We can be unbelievably strong when we have to be, and that is the beautiful part of being allowed to see into someone’s else’s life. So, good, bad or ugly, I am truly grateful for the ability that I have been blessed with.





