I thought you could read my mind. Don’t you know all of my secrets?
I recently had a good laugh with a client who said that one of her employees was so nervous after meeting me that she came clean about an issue because she thought that I had “read her mind”. What she probably didn’t realize is that a) I walk around with a perpetual questioning look and b) I was thinking long and hard about lunch.
I wonder sometimes over what is assumed to be my work – and feelings about psychics in general. I avoid calling myself “psychic” because it’s such a loaded word — but I totally get why people are afraid, curious or dismissive. After all, I did come out of a conservative Christian background and turned away from anything considered Satanic.
Yet my dreamlife was rich, and imagination just as strong. Biblical stories provoked a natural curiosity: talking animals, prophets who warned of impending disaster, Saul visiting the witch of Endor who called up the spirit of Samuel. Even Jesus creating the loaves and fishes, or calling Lazarus out of the tomb.
That world — the unseen — beckoned and often felt more familiar than the blood and bone derby I was thrust into.
What I’ve learned about being in the “woo world” is that for as many souls who do this work, they are as uniquely gifted. No two healers are the same. I know plenty of people who communicate with animals both living/dead, see and speak to spirits, and feel more comfortable in a graveyard than shopping mall. Plenty who see auras, feel illnesses, and connect to the healing power of gemstones. I know Tarot readers who can easily piece together a stranger’s background through the cards. I’ve met psychics who have predicted future events in my life, described past lifetimes in great detail, and helped locate missing children by touching a piece of cloth. I know of massage therapists who can read the history of a body without their client saying a word.
That’s awe-inspiring. Breathtaking. Truly beautiful gifts that are meant for only one purpose: healing. They didn’t create their gift, and it comes with great responsibility. If those gifts are used for anything other than to heal, those who do so risk stepping out of the bounds of their integrity. It doesn’t mean that certain psychics/intuitives can’t read your energy. It’s just a big cosmic no-no if you haven’t given your permission. (And if you do feel nervous, immediately visualize an energetic shield around yourself.)
It’s easy to fear people who do this work because we’re taught to trust in authorities outside of ourselves: Mommy, Daddy and the big Ps: priest, police, politician and even psychic. We’re taught to expect the worst — and that a psychic will see everything we fear, all of the hidden neuroses emerging into the light.
But don’t worry. I don’t know your secrets, can’t read your mind — and no offense, I don’t want to. I have plenty of my own stuff to focus on. Including lunch.