It took a concussion to wake me up. For six months, I couldn’t do the things that made up my life, that I believed were “me.” Who was I if I wasn’t reading or writing, helping someone, working long hours, making drinks, making lists, solving problems, over thinking, pushing through my life?
When the noise and action and intensity cleared, I discovered my capacity as an intuitive medium.
As I developed my psychic abilities, I wasn’t just learning skills. I learned about myself in order to get out of the way.
I came to understand receptivity as strength, and sensitivity as the capacity to see, hear, feel, and know what lies beyond cultural definitions of “what counts.”
I was led down a path where my mind-body dichotomy was replaced by a more complex understanding of the relationship between the mental, physical, emotional, and spiritual, all working together in a symbiotic relationship we can’t access fully from any one seat.