A Day in the Life

Of a psychic medium.

Listen to this: I went to the dentist the other day to finally get the last of my dental work done. Yippee! I pulled into the parking spot and then decided to back in. I never do this.

I came out and my car wouldn’t start.

Backstory: The mechanic who changed my oil gave me a list that needed my attention to include a new battery. More than $1,000 later, I decided the list could wait.

And so, my car wouldn’t start. It’s okay. I had jumper cables in the trunk.
I saw an older gentleman working outdoors with his truck in the driveway. I asked for help. He brought his vehicle over and said he just bought a new battery. He saw my cables were unusable and then said he just got some from someone who gave him a jump the other day.

I looked toward his house and saw the numbers 444 (angel number) on his door. I thought that angels were definitely watching over me. I cranked my vehicle and was ready to go. I thanked him for his help. As I drove by his house, I noticed the numbers were no longer there. Wild, right?

As my day progressed, I decided to drive with my new battery to a shop in Edgewater. I was to pick up my white sage.  

I took a different route to get there, so I had my GPS on. At one point, it was noted that I would be taking a right and then a left onto Mary Street. It made me think of my friend on the higher side. So, I turned right and slowed to see the name on the next street sign. It was Rose Street. My friend’s full first name: Mary Rose. You just cannot make this up.

Has this happened to you?

Being the reporter I am, I looked up Mary Street and Rose Street (Avenue) in Edgewater. I wanted to be sure if they were streets or avenues. I could only find Mary Street. I could not find Rose anything, which was not even a block away. More wildness.

At the shop, the first item I was drawn to was fluorite, which is to assist with clearing brain fog and neutralizing negative energy. It’s one of my favorites. And then I spied a sodalite, which is about communication. It is also a favorite. I picked the first one I touched.

The shop owner pointed out the angel that could be seen in its design. I love it! Just another sign that I was on the correct track. It now sits perfectly next to my other sodalite on the small table near my reading chair.

Pay attention to the signs. They are around all of us.

Truly a day in the life of a psychic medium is not that exciting or eventful – most of the time I’m just like any other person, although with different gifts. Maybe I’m just used to seeing the synchronicities.

We all have the gifts. Accept them. Meditate. Get to a psychic development class. Then, see how you grow.

Blessings of Peace and Love