Being a medium
I never really talk about it
what it’s like, the weird, THE WILD & the mindblowing.
yesterday, I walked through a CEMETERY.
It was the first time, in a really long time. It wasn’t planned. At first, I walked in and didn’t really think much of it. And a few meters in, past the entrance and the grass, as the first graves were there, it hit me like a wave. I could see, feel, sense so many people (I still call them people when they are lingering on earth). A woman from the 60ies, some much older, some who died with a mental illness. I could sense their suffering all at once. Some of their lives were made clear, their appearances too.
When this happens, I resort to one thing only: I give a general signal. And for all those who need to hear they are dead, I tell them. To all, at once. Some really needed to hear that, to know that. And I tell them they don’t have to remain here, they can move into the light. Many do. Some stay. It feels like a big column of light: meters wide and even higher. It can also feel like the entire field transforms into light. And those who want, pass on. Yesterday, 50-60 souls moved further. A little boy with a teddy bear. Many just go. Some turn around and say thank you. It’s moving and very beautiful.
MEDIUMSHIP TO ME IS NOT ONLY ABOUT THE DEAD
IT’S BEING A BRIDGE & ABLE TO TRANSLATE BETWEEN THE SUBLTE WORLDS AND OURS
This is a broader definition of mediumship. When I started to see, feel, sense, know, hear, it became clear to me: there is so much more in the unseen, unspoken worlds, beyond what is traditionally known a medium is or does.