3. My Call To Mediumship
My Call To Mediumship (3 of 3)
A Bad Girl
“Dumb”, “air-headed”, and “gullible” were just a few names given to me in my teen years, but the one that stuck and stung the most was my friend's mother’s, who named me the “bad girl”.
It was not my plan to study mediumship and certainly not on my bucket list to talk with dead people, until I took Suzanne Giesemann’s mediumship courses. It certainly was not on my list to call my high school friend after twenty years to say, “Hey I know it’s been a while since we talked, but your dead father has been pestering me to give you a message.” How would her mother feel about this “bad girl” now? Not to mention, my friend and I severed our relationship after she abandoned planning my baby shower last minute.
This flurry of thoughts moved through my mind as my finger hovered over the send button. My hand withdrew, my heart raced, and I whispered underneath my breath to Annabelle’s dad, “Do I have to do this?” This was my final attempt to wiggle out of this uncomfortable situation. In response, I heard her father’s familiar voice, “Yes, this is important.” My finger once again pointed at the “send” key; my breath caught in my chest and released as though I was jumping off a cliff. With the swooshing sound of the key, the message was sent.
There was no going back. The message was out of my hands. I had to trust that spirit was guiding this event and that my mediumship communication would be received with a positive response.
The response came at lightning speed. I let out a deep exhale as I read her first words, “Thank you for reaching out. Tears streaming here.” It ended with, “Could we talk by phone?”
My friend Annabelle’s father had been communicating with me in dreams for many weeks before I decided to connect with him in mediumship. He wanted to communicate to her about his death; he needed her to know it was his decision to pass and she was not at fault. He needed her to know he loved her and wanted her to stop feeling bad about herself. The healing that would occur, unbeknownst to me, would be much more profound than I could ever have imagined.
Our conversations continued over a few weeks, and as an evidential medium I provided her evidence with each communication, so she could trust the words were her fathers, not mine. She was in awe when I shared that her dad was showing me her singing in church as a child and how he beamed with pride watching her. I described her dress as a beautiful, red velvet dress, with a white lace inlay and high collar. She excitedly shared that she would have never remembered the dress, because she was so young, but it had great significance. Her parents forbid her to chew gum in church but her friend gave her a piece. Later, she stuck the chewed gum in her pocket, so as to not get caught. Unfortunately, she realized the gum had stuck into the fabric. It would only be a matter of time before her mom would discover the sticky mess in her pristine dress and she would be in big trouble
We talked by phone over the next few weeks, each conversation led to more messages from her father, including her fear of her upcoming surgery. His reassurance provided her with great comfort. The surgery was a success, but during the surgery her doctor performed, with her husband's consent, a more invasive procedure while she was under anesthesia. She felt all along the doctor was cold and calculating, and although one of the best in his field, she questioned if his decision was one of convenience rather than necessity. I was able to connect with her father, who assured her the right decision was made. This decreased her pain level and sped up her healing.
If I had not connected to her father, her experience would be completely different. What if I hadn’t had the courage to send her that initial message that made me feel exposed and vulnerable? Joy overflows in my heart to be a practicing medium. I know our loved ones are just as invested in us, as we are in them. Love is shared so deeply on both sides of the veil.
This experience wasn’t just about a father and daughter’s reunion and resolution of misunderstandings. It was also about two friends, healing their past. Annabelle carried so much guilt for the way our friendship ended, and this mediumship connection healed deep regret and pain. It was my moment of recognition that I had spent a greater part of my life subscribing to what other people expected of me. It was about the “bad girl”, who has continually been misunderstood her whole life, shining in her power as a medium.
So, what does Lily Dale, The Wolf and The Bad Girl have to do with mediumship? These experiences brought me to a deep and profound understanding about the service of mediumship. It is not just about your gift to communicate with loved ones across the veil, it’s about your vocation to serve humanity, by healing hearts and connecting souls. When one heart is healed, many hearts can be healed.