So, it’s been a long time in the making, but here goes.
I’ve been keeping a secret.
I’m psychic. Gifted. Clairvoyant, Empathic, Clarisentient, Clairaudient, Intuitive, Whathaveyou.
All my life, I’ve been able to sense and feel things that other people can’t see and feel. It came to a head right around the time Sugar Biscuit was placed with me, when I heard that clear voice telling me he was my son as I laid eyes upon his tiny sick body. I became able to hear what I now know as my spirit guide, and was finally open to see all the signs I’d been missing my whole life.
It’s true when people say everyone has this gift. It’s akin to having a very keen sense of smell, or hearing, or sight. The gift of a sixth sense is one we all contain, should we choose to acknowledge it. And so I did. You have it, too. It’s called gut instinct or intuition, or the voice of God.
I’ve been honing this gift over the last few years, and it often astounds even me. I’m still not sure how it works or why, just that it does, and I am grateful. Somehow, through the grapevine, people are led to me for insight or foresight, and I help them the best I can. I share my Gift with the people that need me, and hope that I am a blessing to them.
Sometimes I am wrong. Most often, I am right. The battle is keeping my own feelings out of it and only sharing what the Divine has to say or show to me. I’m still in awe, and still learning. There isn’t a lifetime long enough for me to learn all I want to know about how this works and how it is possible. I will always be a student, doing my best with what I’ve been given.
The first thing that usually pops into people’s minds when I tell them what I do (I call myself an “intuitive life coach” because the word “psychic” has so many negative connotations) is a fear that I can read their thoughts. Just to be clear, I can’t. I can, however, usually tell if you are bullshitting me or how you honestly feel about something. It sucks to be my kid and be trying to get away with stuff. It’s like tuning into a radio. Sometimes a station is fuzzy, sometimes clear. But if you fiddle with the knob long enough, you can usually get pretty good reception.
So, that’s that. It’s me. It’s what I do, and I’m proud to do it. I understand it’s really scary for some people. I have Christian friends who will call me a “false prophet” and desert me now that they know. I will have friends leave me out of fear. There will be skeptics. That’s okay. We are all on our own walk and I respect their right to choose.
Probably the only thing I know for sure about all this is that it is definitely from God, from the Source, and somehow, divinely ordained. It is my Truth. And I stand in the full light of it, and hope that the people who love me accept me as I am, and accept my gifts and abilities, as I accept theirs.