The psychic process
Curiosity is a wondrous adventure. It leads to greater understanding and like all things in this universe there is such truth in life through the statement that knowledge is power. We as beings often fear the unknown and while there are some out there that embrace the voids in life, there is still a grain of unsettlement when there is no knowledge in what we are facing. What amazement when we begin to uncover and demystify our own personal unknowns in life, it is a process we are always evolving with in this life of ours. Personal power is a beautiful thing, it allows us to discover the core of our own inner selves and shape us into the individuals that we deeply desire to be. Experience allows us to work from a base, alongside the freedom of exploration to experience new things. Having a mind so powerful that allows us to ask questions and quest for knowledge is a gift we should not ever be wasting.
Being a Psychic and Clairvoyant, it is only natural that I have been asked quite often how this whole process works. Curiosity is something I encounter a lot, between those that desire to know for their own journey into the psychic realms and those that simply have the chance to ask about something they do not fully understand. I welcome such questions, as I always have, because like them I too once had questions that led me to where I have come in my journey. Besides, what a fantastic opportunity to converse and exchange knowledge, you never fully know what someone can offer you unless you talk to one another. One of the biggest loves in my life rests simply in connecting to others, I have learned more about the world that I see and feel through these means than any other. People truly fascinate me.
My attempts to answer the curious and satisfy the need to uncover an unknown, is something I have tried to help others understand as best as I can. It’s taken me some time to try and explain this process and liken it to something that people can find tangible, to help bring them closer to something they can grasp in an everyday way. This is the level I want people to feel it on, as people tend to place Psychic ability somewhere out of reach for themselves and the first steps to development or just understanding is to put it into a context that is accessible. These answers are from my own personal experience, not from books or research, but from the process I am personally taken through and the opinions and beliefs I have developed through those experiences.
When I sit down to do a reading with someone, I am given a range of resources from which I draw upon to read for them. My strongest ability is Clairvoyance, which is the ability to see things in pictures and imagery. When I tune into the energy of the person sitting with me, or in fact those that I am simply linking into, I get to see a series of images that are somewhat like playing charades with Spirit. I have developed a sort of language with Spirit through the years of reading for others, so certain images interpret as a standard message or they may show me things that are personal such as people I know to link names or situations to what the person is going through or experiencing. Mediums have a similar process, with clues put forward by those in Spirit to bring a link between this world and the Other Side. The exciting part can be seeing new things, or how Spirit will put together knowledge that I know about colour, emotions, or things that we in this life are affected by. These images can sit still like a photograph in my mind, or move like a sort of movie being replayed until the message is clear. They can roll through in fast motion, or pause and sit depending on the link and how much they need me to understand. The best example I have been able to help build a bridge to understanding is to say to people to pick a room of their home and picture it in their mind. Perhaps it is your living room, or maybe your bedroom. Most of us are able to walk ourselves through our mind to all the things that are there, taking in the colours of the things that stand out to us, or being able to focus on an object in that room and go up in closer detail if we wanted. It’s a bit like daydreaming, but because it is a familiar place it also invokes different emotions and sensations from the time that we spend there. This is how Clairvoyance works for me, I can see things in the same way that you are able to take yourself into that room in your mind and study the details. The difference is, these are not my images, they are places, people, objects and symbols that are not my own – with the exception of course of those familiar references that Spirit use to help me place names and memories that are similar to that of the person I am reading for. At times I see a word in my mind, a person I have never met, symbolic images like that person walking along a path and encountering different things depending on the situation at hand. I have learned through development how to interpret all these things and bring them into the lives of the people that come to me for guidance.
The next resource that I am able to use is Clairsentience, which is the ability to feel the emotions, physical state of the body or general conditions that person, or someone they know, is going through. When I am giving a reading I begin to feel emotions of the people involved, to feel confusion, happiness, sadness, worry, anxiety, the list goes on. I may even perhaps begin to have a pain in an area of my own body, to feel my stomach upset, a pain in my right knee, or other sensations that give me a clue to what may be happening. These manifestations of energy, emotional or pain, are not always felt in the same way that the reality is, which is why it does not render you in agony or bring you to tears. Although I will admit, there have been some cases where my eyes have gone watery or I had to pull the emotion back as it was so powerful. These impressions are similar to imagining pain or emotion, as we have all experienced this to some degree. We know what it feels like to be happy, or upset, angry and if we imagine a memory that invoked that emotion we can begin to feel it within. Taking yourself to empathise with someone’s pain you can almost feel it yourself. This psychic pain is what I feel, nothing that hurts me in reality, but to feel an impressionable pain in my body that helps me relay the messages about that or give a warning to change a behaviour to avoid it. If Spirit wish to help me further an understanding, they will show me images linked with the pain that I am feeling, so that I can describe it in better detail and come to a conclusion about what it relates to. Clairsentience is how I have been able to understand vibrations, as each being, emotion, feeling, event operates on its own unique vibration. Spiritual understanding takes our inner selves to higher vibrations, while people who endure addictions let’s say are operating on heavier vibrations. It is difficult to explain, but it is the difference between experiencing an amazing day, to a very bad one. You just feel somehow that the bad day is heavier, it weighs upon you. The amazing day seems to lift you up, take you to an elated feeling.
The last resource is somewhat strange to relay over, as it is one that I myself have no real understanding about, since there is no link between not having the information to having it. There are times when during a reading I just know something, as though it is a fact. I would like to say that it comes from making an assumption, but I would not consider it a psychic ability if that was the case. These facts are suddenly just there, as though I already knew it to be true and the ones I am speaking of are quite specific, not generalisations. It is like knowing something from an earlier conversation with a friend, they have told you about something and you are just recalling it again in another conversation. Except in this case, the person in front of me and I have never discussed this before. I often wonder in these cases, which happen frequently but not every time, if perhaps somehow I have tuned into their memory or subconsciously put together information from earlier imagery or feelings in the reading. All I can say is that I just seem to know something, as if by magic. I do not believe I am alone in this, I know that others have experienced similar phenomenon in their lives too, just somehow knowing something but not entirely sure why or how.
All of these things happen simultaneously when I am linking in to a person or energy. Together they form the reading, bring the messages and help me to understand what that person is facing and how things will progress along the pathway they are on. It can happen very fast, when in a matter of moments you are taken through five or six different things. Other times if there is a struggle to get through, then other assessments come, such as dealing with a person who is very guarded or protective of themselves. The language of Spirit over time begins to make sense yet it is always evolving and bringing me new challenges, which is such an interesting aspect of this journey. In the past few years Spirit have brought me a new element in which I am still developing which is Clairaudience. This has been by far, a very challenging ability to get to grips with, but it is one that I am hoping to refine and Spirit can decide how far they would like me to take it. Clairaudience is the ability to literally hear Spirit, like someone talking in your ear or just being in the room. So far it does not happen during readings, save the occasional murmur, yet it is an ability that seems to send me off to sleep many nights. Drifting off to sleep at times, I seem to enter a state where I am able to hear what sounds like people talking on a radio. I hear mostly snippets of sentences, like catching bits of conversations and none of them are often talking to me it always sounds like they are talking to one another. This very peculiar phenomenon has excited me, yet frustrated me all the same as it seems to get lost when I focus upon it. It is however quite comforting and at times helps me sleep and unwind after an exhausting day. I am sure that for many hearing voices may not sound like a healthy thing, yet I can assure you it is not at all a sign of my mental deterioration. I got that confirmed when one of the voices I was hearing happened to be of a friend of mine talking to someone else, it seemed there had been a discussion about me late that night, right at that moment. Which by the way was a positive conversation, so I came to learn. Perhaps that was Spirit’s way of letting me know I didn’t need therapy after all.
A very dear friend of mine recently asked if this process is at all a burden to me, especially when the messages are dealing with hardships or unavoidable destiny. My answer quite simply is no, I have never seen this as a burden ever in my life. I have dealt with both the good and the bad that comes along with this path and you know, it all comes right back to the beginning of this post.
Knowledge is power.
Facing trauma and hardship through my own eyes, but equally through the eyes of others has been such a blessing to me. There is nothing more humbling or powerful to me than having compassion and seeing how utterly amazing the human soul truly is. I have met people who have faced death, abuse, rejection, loss and you know they are not always the ones who are depressed and miserable. At times they are the ones who teach me the strongest lessons and who sit smiling at me counting their blessings in life. Those that are still deeply in the midst of heartbreak and sadness, what better gift than to be the one who can bring a message of hope or peace? When it is not the people here on the Earth plane who are amazing me, it is Spirit bringing love from the Other Side. I have literally been reduced to tears from how inspiring the people I have met have been to me, their stories, their Spirit Guides. Even through the ashes of death life will emerge and it is a true honour to have people invite me into their experiences regardless of how they are.
Those souls have helped me embrace my own path, count my blessings and see life through a brand new pair of eyes. I simply cannot think of a more beautiful gift to have received. If there is one thing I shall treasure until my final breath in this life, it is all the stories retold to me by Spirit of the souls that have sought my guidance. Believe me when I say, each one has taught me something. Each link brings me a new understanding, no matter how mundane their lives might feel or seem to them, there is something powerful in each and every one. I truly take that to heart and I stand humble and grateful to them all.
Like I said, curiosity is a wondrous adventure.
Read MoreDiscovering the Tarot
There are points along this journey of mine which were particularly key moments in my transformation into being a professional psychic. The beauty of these moments for me now, where that none of them were forced or sought out, they just transpired and appeared into my life without any prompting at all. I hold onto the belief that they were all meant to be, that somehow in the scheme of the bigger picture the universe helped to shape all of this into a divine plan. I am still in awe each day with how things manifest in this life of ours, how Spirit can reach a hand out and guide you when you are too far off the beaten path. Somehow we all end up back where we are meant to, with each little twist and turn more adventurous than the next. It is when we look back that we truly see the real power in what took place and this is exactly how I see each little piece of my own puzzle when I reflect and look at how it all fit together in the end. It is nothing short of amazing when you stop and think about it.
The tarot has been a very integral part of my path to this point, as it was the tool that helped me begin reaching out to others and start reading for them. I have one person for this introduction to thank and if I had one wish in my life it is to truly let her know that a thank you does no justice to the feelings of gratitude that I hold for the gift that she bestowed onto me back then. For what she gave me turned out to be a key to the life I am now living. I wish in a way I could show her and help her understand the magnitude of that, because since that time I have literally been invited into thousands of lives over the past 18 years.
Her name is Denise and I met her back when we were in middle school. We danced around one another’s lives for those precious years of growth, at times being very close friends and other times our lives were lived parallel to one another experiencing different things. I knew even then she was a special soul, she was someone that often radiated a positive vibration even if she felt that life was a struggle as we all did. When we were both 16, I recall her discovering her interest in reading the tarot through a friend of hers and I remember her asking me if I wanted a reading. Naturally I did, I was curious and had never before seen anyone truly use the cards and I sat there with an open mind to see what she had to say. To be perfectly honest, I cannot remember what came out of that reading and all the little details, I just remember her looking in her book and her asking me to forgive her because she was still learning all the meanings to the cards. She had the Hanson-Roberts tarot deck and a lovely little blue book that she was flicking through reading all the meanings for me and putting her new skills to good use giving me a reading. From the moment she laid out the cards, I had this overwhelming connection to them and I just remember thinking to myself I have to do this, I have to buy a deck. When our reading was over I expressed these feelings, I told her that I was eager to learn and buy a deck for myself. She smiled and said I should, but she told me that traditionally someone was to gift the first deck to me that I wasn’t supposed to buy them. I must have had a look of disappointment on my face, because she looked at me and said it should be perfectly fine, that I should just get a deck anyway and see what happened. She told me all the things I must do to keep them, buy a cloth to read upon, get a little box to put them in and sleep with them under my pillow for 7 nights to establish a good connection.
That day I went straight to my then boyfriend and told him that I wanted to run out and get a deck of tarot cards, thankfully he was very supportive. Within a few days I remember us both being out looking in the little shops of our town in the places we thought we might purchase a deck and finally came upon one that sold everything that I needed. I picked up the same deck as Denise had, the Hanson-Roberts tarot deck, a little piece of dusky pink silk cloth to keep them in and a hand carved box just the right size for the deck to be stored in. When we got to the till my boyfriend smiled at me and very unexpectedly said Let me buy them for you, as a gift. There it was, tradition kept to and my first deck given to me by someone very special at that point in my life. I did everything she had told me to do, I slept with my new deck under my pillow for 7 nights and got them out each day to start teaching myself the meanings of each card, using only the tiny little booklet that came inside the box with the cards.
Not long after I got my new deck, I was at a school lesson with Denise and I brought the deck to show her everything that I had gotten. Having some free time on our hands she looked at me and asked me to do her a reading, see how I was getting on with my new cards. I was nervous, I told her that I wasn’t all that clued up on each of the cards just yet and that it would probably be a very off base reading. She just laughed and said we all start somewhere, bless her. I laid everything out, I shuffled and did a celtic cross spread for her and worked through the reading. I remember her just sitting there and what she did after is forever etched in my memory, because it has been another truly defining moment in my life from that day. She looked up at me, her face looked probably the most serious and sombre that I had ever seen it to that day and she simply said You are so good at this, I’m never reading my cards again. I just laughed her off and told her not to be so silly. She reached into her bag on the table and pulled out the blue book she had been using and handed it to me Here, take this I want you to have it. You are supposed to do this Mesina. I couldn’t accept it, I told her I’d buy the book myself and it wasn’t necessary that she’d need it. She insisted and I reluctantly took the book a little stunned, I didn’t quite know what I had said that made her believe I was any better than she was. I looked down at the book now in my hands and read the title, Tarot Unveiled: The Method to its Magic. The picture on the cover was of a card I’d seen in my Hanson-Roberts deck, a gypsy woman holding back a green curtain revealing a darkness behind it. You see, one year before that I had a dream with a Spirit Guide of mine that has come to me over the years since, a Gypsy woman that these memoirs will in time share with you. So to see this image at that moment was hugely significant to me.
I still have this very book in my possession; it is now tattered and worn with the front cover having come away a few years ago from being opened so many times. It is and always will be a treasured item in my life, a memento of a special moment I shared with a very dear friend. I haven’t used the book in many years now, but it was my teacher, my silent mentor in the new world of Tarot that I was discovering. From this book I taught myself to read, I began to understand the meanings of each card, exploring and developing until finally I managed to put the book away and let it rest. While my original deck has retired, I still keep it in the box that I bought for it, the dusky pink scarf wrapped around holding it like a little secret. All the pieces are tired, the cards showing lines of the many shuffles they did for me, each one a little memory of the learning process I went through. I think of all the people those cards spoke about, of all the stories they’ve told me.
I still use the Hanson-Roberts deck even today, though I tried a few other decks along the way it never felt right. For me, using the same style deck is my way of honouring someone very dear to my heart, like an eternal thank you. If there is anything I have learned in my life so far, it is that gratitude is the biggest key to the journey of developing. When you really absorb the moments of thanks in your life, you never miss a single blessing that comes your way.
For everything in my life, I am forever grateful that I didn’t miss hers.
The many faces of Honesty
Imagine for one second, your life without honesty. Honesty enters your life in many forms, has been there from the time you arrived until the day your last breath is taken. Think about it, you don’t have to look that hard to see.
Somewhere today a Mother is laying her eyes for the first time upon her newborn baby. After many months she is finally able to see the shining face she’s longed for. Nothing exists in that room except that child and she cries. That is the beauty of honesty.
Sometimes honesty comes wrapped in a tiny package, presented by a grown man who gets down on one knee, exposing himself vulnerable to the woman he loves. Inside a little diamond is beckoning her to marry him. That is the love of honesty.
Honesty takes the voice of a little girl, who clearly and confidently announces that she hates little Billy down the road, because he’s full of cooties. That is the innocence of honesty.
Inside every airport in the world, honesty is present in thousands of faces there every day. Faces of friends, families and lovers saying hello after long periods apart, greeting one another with such force they cannot even speak. Saying goodbye with long embraces, tears and sadness and promises of return one day. In every face there is honesty’s devotion.
A man sits down after a long hard day, he gazes out the window in contemplation, with so much on his mind he struggles to relax. As he looks down, his dog’s head rests concerned on his lap and he smiles. Right there, is the loyalty of honesty.
In a dark room a woman sits alone staring at her wedding photo. She hears the sound of her husband’s footsteps as he walks out the front door. As the door slams shut, she’s forced to go on in her life without him. That is the pain of honesty.
A young man stands at the doorway of his parent’s home, taking a deep breath before the door opens. He comes to bear his soul about all that he truly is and to say that there could never be the perfect woman for him. His heart belongs to another man. That is the truth of honesty.
A chopper sounds loudly in the sky, on the ground many troops are moving swiftly to safety. Gunshots are heard in every direction, as the men look up they see an explosion not too far away. Every Officer takes stock of who’s still with them, seeing only the memories of those who no longer are. That is the price of honesty’s freedom.
Eating away at a woman’s heart is a secret she keeps in silence. To unleash it would change the life she knows. She tries hard to confront the door she keeps tightly closed, she opens her mouth so many times to give it away but only silence ensues. That is the fear of honesty.
An old couple lies in bed each night, instead of chatting endlessly about nothing at all, they smile lovingly at one another. Pictures of their children and grandchildren scatter the house, a life long together, they’ve seen so much holding hands. That’s not just love and devotion you’re seeing, it’s honesty’s trust.
The best kind of honesty is one sliced up and shared among friends, where even at age 42 you admit that you’re still singing into a hairbrush to your favorite song at home alone. Where women can laugh about even the most embarrassing situations, swap stories and give advice to one another. That’s honesty’s comfort.
On the train a woman sits alone quietly crying. The man sitting opposite her reaches in his pocket and hands her a tissue asking if she is ok. She smiles and nods thanking him for his concern. They talk and laugh the rest of the journey until she reaches her stop. He could have ignored her, but he choose not to. That is the compassion of honesty.
Honesty will enter your life, sometimes through an act of kindness, sometimes through the face of someone you love. It comes from the ones we are closest to, from strangers we will never meet again and at times you will give honesty to others. It doesn’t always feel good and sometimes we sacrafice so much in order to live our lives honestly. But compare that to a life lived dishonestly and I assure you it is better to face the pain than live a life of lies.
Many times I sit with people who are desperate to find honesty in their lives. They hold within them a deep belief that it simply does not exist, they have lost faith in others, been hurt, seen honesty’s pain and suffering. We focus so much on the negative, if we just opened our eyes for one moment to see how honesty truly touches our lives every day, we’d find it in the most obscure places.
A world without honesty, simply does not exist.
Read MoreFrom the beginning
There is always a place where something begins. Where things are realised and thoughts occur in the knowledge that there is a direction to move forward to. Sometimes we remember that place, other times the moment when it all came together is forgotten.
I remember my moment, at least I recall it being a defining moment for me that I was touching on a subject I thought was very ordinary and the realisation came then that it wasn’t. I was seven years old and I had just met a woman only a few short weeks before who was to become my future Step-Mom. I cannot tell you what possessed me to ask this question, but it seemed I had things swirling in my young mind that needed answers. She looked just like the sort of woman who might have them to give me. She was folding laundry at the kitchen table and I was standing near the sofa just deep in my thoughts and I very casually asked “Do you believe in Spirits?” Just as soon as I asked and I am not exaggerating a single word of this memory – a musical carousel ornament that was sitting on a shelf near the sofa began to play on its own and did a complete circle round.
I remember looking up at her, thinking that was strange but eager to hear her answer to my question and her face was frozen just staring at the carousel then back at me again. She responded with a yes, she did in fact believe in Spirits. It was after she finished folding the laundry and went over to the musical carousel to inspect it that I realised I had just had an amazing moment in my life. When I asked why she was inspecting the carousel, I remember her looking at me and she simply said “That carousel has been broken for many years, its not played in a very long time.” She was right, she showed me and tried to get it to play and it just couldn’t. It was then I knew, I knew in that brief moment in my life that I was going to get closer to my answers that had been burning deep inside me. I don’t know how long those questions were there if I am honest, I really couldn’t say.
My poor Step-Mom was to become my Spiritual Guru over the years, the starting place for me to explore all of my obsession with Ghosts and Spirits alike – I cannot tell you the amount of sleep that lovely woman missed out on because I would keep her up all night asking questions and wanting to hear stories of the Otherside. She was so patient and I couldn’t get enough. We talked for many nights over the summers, often until the sun came up and I recall at times her face would seem baffled at the amount of questions I had. Years later I would learn that it was also the sort of questions, she said she had never seen a child so young asking about things she considered quite deep. It must have been difficult for her, me not being her own child and yet she always said her personal beliefs were that if a child was asking they deserved to know. Begin with the basic answer and when that is not enough you move on with something more complex. This was her approach to my questions and I have often been puzzled myself over the years as to where they all stemmed from. I did not grow up in a home that was focused on such things, yet there I was delving into the deep with no end in sight. I believed in my own mind that everyone had these sorts of questions, to me it was perfectly normal.
I had no idea back then where this journey would take me, I was just embarking on the first steps. Yet asking her that fateful day if she believed in spirits is a moment I will never forget, forever etched in my mind. Had she answered no would the path have changed? Would I be here now writing this to you and having come this far? Perhaps, then again perhaps not. All I know is that I am forever grateful for that day, to have had the guidance to the person I truly needed the most for this to develop. I have always said to people when they ask me if I feel I was “chosen” or “special” – my answer is no, I am not. I was simply lucky to have had someone who was willing to sit down and devote so much time to my natural interest, to help me evolve.
Lucky, not special.
Now lucky to have been privileged to encounter so many amazing people along the way because of that moment.
From the beginning, right through to the end.
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