Last night in the middle of the 125th committee meeting I remembered the day, Friday. I know at one point, I thought of something to write, but then got busy with other things and lost it. Yikes! You know you’re busy when . . . And to give myself a break living in this energy, what is time?
I know I have said this a many of times – I love being a medium and being part of Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp. As I do readings, my gifts grow, morph into something new and sometimes unbelievable, unless experienced. The other day I was in a reading with a female client, such a bright light. I was looking at her face and a spirit of a woman transfigured onto her face. The light sparkled about her face. The woman who looked similar to her, but with shorter hair appeared. It was amazing. It turned out to be her mother. Transfiguration happened to me once before during broad daylight. It was many years ago during a class with one of the teachers in the Spiritualist Camp. Of course I said something at the time. Turns out it was his mother. Transfiguration usually occurs while sitting with a red light during a séance. The person sitting will meditate and their face will change; true phenomenon it is.
In addition to my clairvoyance, my clairsentience, clear feeling, is expanding as well. I’ll be sitting there doing a reading and something in my body moves differently than my normal mannerism. It is spirit taking over, which is called imprinting. I sat down across from my client and started fidgeting with my clothing near my left shoulder. I said, ‘I don’t know why I’m doing this. I don’t normally do this. I believe it’s one of my new gifts.’ All of the sudden my left shoulder started shrugging up and down and my arm flailed. My client put her hand over her open mouth and shared that her father was not well, but decided to go to church with the rest of the family. After a while, they decided to leave, so she went to get the wheelchair. When she got closer to him, she noticed his arm moving like mine. She said he had stroke. I was amazed and she was too.
Have I mentioned that we all have gifts to some extent? Yes, we do. Women who have children just know when something is going on with them; we feel it, a gut instinct. When experiences happen, we try to explain it away logically. It’s what we do. But eventually, one accepts there’s more to this reality than meets the eye. Do something about it. Grow your gifts. Grow Spiritually. Meditate. Go to class.
Life is magical, if you allow it to be!