I decided to continue to work the family angle (see My Psychic Life – Part IV).   My (then) husband’s  favorite Aunt was the perfect guinea pig for my next attempt at a psychic medium reading.  She was open to the metaphysical world and had herself just completed A Course In Miracles.

I knew almost nothing about this Aunt except that she was his favorite and that was enough.

So —– we had a fabulous dinner (food being an integral part of any gathering that I am part of) and then the entertainment  for the evening– me as a psychic medium -  began.  I went through the usual stuff, delivering nothing terribly revealing or earth shattering until I said the following:

Me:  Your mother says she is sorry about the blue dress.

Aunt:  I can’t think of anything — long pause – Oh my God!!! I know what that is!!!  When I was going to my prom I went out and bought this blue dress that I just loved but my mother hated it and she made a huge to-do about it.  I ended up in tears and wore a horrible dress that I hated.  It really is my mother!!

With that I went on for the next 45 minutes to help his Aunt and her mother have an incredible conversation of laughter, tears and healing.  Another happy client, another slightly amazed me.  Well, truthfully, more than slightly amazed.  Awestruck was more like it.  For this was the first time I had seen what can really happen when Spirit reaches out from beyond through me to bring messages of love, hope and healing to someone here.  It was astounding!

But I was still full of questions.  The first and foremost, even with my family history, was “Why me?” and “Why now?”  The next was, “What do I do to honor this?”  “How do I claim and develop these psychic medium abilities?”

More next time on where my journey continues to lead me.

By: Barbara Brady
I am fortunate enough to be at least a fourth generation psychic-medium – maybe even more than that but the earliest family lore only goes back to my great-grandmother, Laura Monica West. Gramma Laura was that most classic of Americans – the daughter of an Irish immigrant servant mother and scion of the household she served. Needless to say, Gramma’s mother lost her “position” once her condition became evident. All of that is to say that I am by inheritance, Irish, a red-head, a survivor of difficult circumstances and a native New Yorker. A combination many people find to be more than slightly overwhelming. But I promise, I really am very nice!!
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