When I was younger, I wasn’t aware that I had the gift of being a medium. All I remember was that I sporadically saw and knew things. When I was about five years old I remember my grandmother, who lived across town, coming to visit me. I told my mother that Grandmother was in my room and she was trying to tell me something, but I didn’t understand what she was saying. “No, Julie,” my mom said. “Honey, she’s not here, you must have been dreaming.” The next day, we received a phone call that my grandmother had passed away. My mother assured me that my vision of Grandma was real. “She probably came to visit you before she went to heaven,” she said. In the fifth grade, I remember telling my classmates that we were going to have a substitute teacher because our teacher was sick, and the substitute was going to be a bald man. When a bald man appeared to teach our class that day, I realized from the students’ reaction how strange it was that I knew this information. I didn’t understand how or why I knew these things, and I surely didn’t think it was because I had a gift.
I never heard the term “medium” when I was little so I didn’t even know what it was. It’s not like we had mediums come to school on career day and tell us what they did. I wish that were the case. I would have been able to learn who I was and therefore embrace my gift when I was younger. Instead, I grew up feeling like I was weird, too sensitive, and that there was something wrong with me.
It wasn’t until I met my friend Tammy, at the age of 30, that I heard the term “medium.” Within the first couple of months of hanging out with Tammy, she could see that I had an ability to “know” things. She told me many times that she thought I was a psychic medium. I assured her that my “knowing” was just common sense, but Tammy was convinced that I had a gift. She gave me a variety of books on the subject of mediumship. Most of the information in these books resonated with me, so I continued to read them.Reading those books led me to acknowledge and activate my own gift. I refer to this as my spiritual awakening, though at the time it felt more like a midlife crisis. I was 36 years old, married, had two beautiful children, and was working as a recruiter. But my marriage was ending, my health was fading, and I was tired all the time. I felt like something was missing, but I had no idea what it was. That is, until I embraced my gift. Then it was like my entire life made sense. My health improved and I had more joy in my life.
While learning to open up to my gift, I wanted to make sure the energy I was receiving was from light and love. I chose to call upon God and the Angels to help me do my work. To me, God and the Angels are loving energy that remain by our side, helping to guide us. I feel no judgement while working with this energy, only love and acceptance. This process works best for me while opening up communication to the other side. For this reason, I refer to my medium sessions as Angel Readings. Now, instead of wishing that I wasn’t so sensitive, I have embraced my gift. I've had the privilege of seeing how much an Angel Reading can help comfort people in their time of grief. My hope is that after receiving a reading, you will feel uplifted and know that there is always loving energy around you. And that by knowing this, you will understand that you are never alone.