“No one will ever believe this. Not the first person,” I said, staring at a mirror in my Palm Springs condo at 4 a.m. There was a pensive pause. “What about me? I’m the one who’s going through all of this?” Little did I know, the visions, sounds, intuitions and spiritual encounters to which I’d been subjected were the full-throttle beginnings of my psychic-medium gift discovery.
It’s been a half-decade since that Easter vacation scene in California (and the two weeks that followed at my then home base of Louisville), where my life changed forever. And, it did so with a huge jolt and not a little nudge. As the bizarre experiences unfolded, I realized that a major paradigm shift was in the works. Ultimately, I’d have to make a decision: Embrace what was happening and develop it to help others and the planet OR respond with, “Sorry, you got the wrong guy.” By now, you know the choice I made.
But, accepting the gift (and that’s what it is) wasn’t done in the same attention-getting manner in which it found me. No, I didn’t exactly burst into corporate staff meetings or buy newspaper ads declaring the latest news about Tony right away. I was still absorbing and understanding what was happening, so only a handful knew of my secret. That initial year was devoted to learning; I read books, attended conferences, met with noted experts and focused quietly on nurturing and becoming more comfortable with my ability. For I knew, there would come a time to do something with it. Almost a year later, my last Fortune 500 office gig ended and I found myself ready to enter into new chapters, if not, dimensions, of my being.
I’ve been so busy moving forward, that I haven’t taken the time to recall all that’s happened since that eventful Easter. But, at last Sunday morning’s service, where the minister spoke of rebirth and the power of one, I was encouraged to look back on the past five years. How easily the moments came rushing in. From establishing my intuitive consultation practice to authoring my future-published book to relocating to California to, well, writing this blog, it’s been a great ride.
Throughout the journey, I’ve been blown away by the number of people (with varying backgrounds in age, sex, religion, education, income, career, sexual orientation, race, etc.) who are believers in the healthy co-existence of the physical and spiritual worlds. Or, who, at least, are open to comprehending it.
Nice to know that my distressful claim in front of the mirror five years ago was proven wrong. That’s the greatest reflection of all.
Love and light,