I’m not going to run up to you in the street and tell you Aunt Tilly says she buried the gold under the old oak tree in the backyard. I’m not going to jump and shriek in reaction. Typically what I do is pretty boring, and not visible to bystanders. I’m a medium and a psychopomp. Defined by Dictionary.com as: “a person who conducts spirits or souls to the other world, as Hermes or Charon.” It’s a beautiful practice. It did not come easy, that’s for sure. For lots of reasons, including me going through periods of “Nope, nope, nope, that’s not what I’m seeing.” Eventually though, I had to come to terms with it, and that was fun. No, really. It wasn’t always smooth sailing. It got downright rocky, a lot. But they were ultimately all worth it. Including the “Oh shit!” moments of sheer terror. Yeah. Had those. Lots.
