Raising a Shaman in the Modern World
Radiance Magazine Cover Story: Part II
You wouldn't have known with my carefully styled hair and ironed dress, that I would one day step into my role as a shamanic medium.
But, my mother suspected and hadn't told me.
I grew up in a religious environment and learned at church that psychics were evil and messages from mediums were an abomination of God. After I became aware of my gifts in 2016, I prayed for a way that I could tell my mother that I was “different” (without breaking her heart or scaring her).
One quiet night, three years later, I felt that familiar nervous pull of my body to act now. I sat down with my mother on her brown leather sofa and shared, “Mom, I communicate with the deceased, and the angels – and I always have.”
I told her about having had two-way conversations with Jesus at a very young age and how my deceased Grandmother had been guiding me for years. I shared that many of my clients have told me they've experienced profound peace, comfort and a permission to move forward in their life; and that helping them to communicate in this way brought them closer to God (not further away).
And then I gave her space to be with it all by saying, “I would understand any way that you might feel about hearing this. And I'm not asking you to change your beliefs for me. I know you love your faith and I would never want to take that away from you.”
She took a deep breath and said, “You are my daughter and nothing will ever change that. Nothing would ever make me love you less. God's love does not disclude anyone.”
She then shared that she was not surprised; while she was pregnant with me, she had prayed over her womb that I would be bestowed with both musical and spiritual gifts.
My ten+ years in the music business as a recording artist, and now my mediumship, had together proven just how powerful her faith was.
My mother was gifted too. I realized it when I began to understand my own gifts. She had the tell-tale signs of being high-level empathic and telepathic: she answered questions before they were asked, responded to other's needs (before they knew what they needed), finished other's sentences, could intuit plot twists and alternative motives from characters in movies, and often felt more comfortable in silence (as she received communication telepathically).
I remember walking to the river one day (a ninety-minute round trip); After my meditation by the riverside, I looked up at the dark grey sky and knew I needed to get home fast. Within minutes it started to dump buckets and I was unprepared. I brought my mom's energetic imprint to my 3rd eye and said telepathically, “Mom, come get me!”
I had worn a long dress (paired with tennis shoes) that was now dragging behind me and chafing my thighs with the weight of the water. But, I found solace in knowing that when I got to the end of the trailhead my mom's red Prius would be there with the windshield wipers on full power.
And, of course, there she was.
My father was gifted too. He had the gift of high-level cerebral understanding and truly sought to understand me and accept me in this way.
Both of my parents supported me unconditionally through my dark night of the soul (my shamanic right of passage) involving 6.5 years of dancing with breast cancer, PTSD, addiction and host of other mental health concerns that any purist psychiatrist could easily diagnose.
It wasn't easy. For any of us. My family didn't know what I needed. And neither did I.
Shamanic Mediums in the modern world (where our communities are not educated on the processes of activation and development) are crying out to be accepted, fostered and empowered.
We will always fear what we don't understand. And it is this fear we sense outside of us, that is reflecting what we are being invited to understand first within ourselves.
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Click here for Part I of our Radiance Magazine Cover Story.
CREDITS:
Photo: Marjoni Janee Photography | Hair/Makeup: Nichole McAuley Cosmetics | Jewelry: Harmonious Seeds | Community: Zen Bar
