“Mediums shouldn’t charge for their work.”
This comes up from time to time and it always makes me laugh. Do we question paying a doctor to heal us? The plumber to fix our toilet? Do we balk at the idea that any professional charges for their time?
I thought not. Even ministers get paid.
But for some reason, some folks think it isn’t right for a medium to be compensated.
I call bullshit on that.
Especially because so most reputable mediums make clear that we don’t need a medium at all—we can do this ourselves because the ability is innate. Julia Assante’s book, The Last Frontier, even teaches readers how to do that. Truth is, though, most of us aren’t secure that we really can do it. If something really happens, it’s only natural that we’d wonder if we actually contacted our loved one or if we just made it up. Using an outsider lends more validation to the experience, we think.
I’m that way. I like using a professional from time to time. Despite this, though, I had a really awesome and unique experience that I mentioned briefly last fall HERE. But let me revisit it from a different angle.
If it hadn’t happened to me, I might not have believed it.
I was sitting in a workshop listening to a medium lecture about funeral rituals, when suddenly and for no apparent reason I sensed my father to my right, smiling and sending me love, so much love that it was overwhelming, a tidal wave of love—a tsunami of love. I didn’t see him as much as sense him, and I was almost bowled over by this wave of love. To say I was startled is a big understatement. He spoke to me without speaking—I didn’t hear him as much as I got the words that he was my constant companion, that he loved me very much and we would always be with me to help and guide me. That I should consider him my “guru,” a word neither of us used in real life.
He stayed with me for some hours, loving me and doing all the things that he found so hard to do in life.
Afterwards, I was quite shaken. What WAS that? It was so far out of the ordinary for me, so unexpected, that I had to write down as many details as I could so I could refer to them later and know that it had happened. I struggled to describe the sensation of love and could only come up with “wave” and tsunami.
So when I ran across this passage in a book written by a medium, it pinged me big-time:
“…it’s more than telepathy….it hits you in the face…it’s more than words because you get the whole image and feeling…you just know what …is being conveyed. Not just the data…but the feeling behind it, too… you get the whole wave of communication energy…there is no guesswork or interpretations, it’s just a knowing of what’s being said.”
Exactly! That is exactly what it felt like and note the word “wave.”
A gift from the Divine Source
Since that time, I’ve tried hard to “make” it happen or to feel the feelings again. Nope. Can’t make it happen. Can’t even bring up the feeling. And yes, even though I believe in this stuff theoretically, having a gut-level personal experience like this is awe-inspiring and a little bit unbelievable. If it hadn’t happened to me I would wonder if something like that could be real. It was real, alright. Way real.
It’s clear that we do not need a medium to connect with our loved ones in the afterlife. That this can occur even when we aren’t trying to make it happen.
But if we do want to cut to the chase and use a medium, we shouldn’t expect them to donate their time.
Have you had an experience like mine? I’d love to hear about it.