The essences in life played on versus an actual message from the beyond.

You may have heard that in preparation for your own mediumship sitting that it is best to sit in meditation, invite your loved ones especially those who you have questions for. You do not share this intel with anyone but yourself, your crossed over loved ones and the peace or silence that surrounds you. This will give your spirit world a bit of a blueprint to fallow and as you hear your medium reveal intel that should confirm your personal relationship to these individuals in the afterlife. They arrived for you not the medium. So over exuberance of how someone was in life, when a medium mimics their attitude, it is not as powerful as telling their name and far from the therapeutic enlightenment that comes from a moment of accountability for one owning their life’s heavier moments and how it had affected the one getting the reading. Also, it is not on going or necessary for the medium to be perpetuating nuances of that character. This behavior is what I call a YAWN moment for the spirit world, a moment where if they could breathe and they do not need to, they would YAWN, for boredom and must wait out the medium to get out of his or her own way. For having allowed themselves to be off track in portrayal before we all can get to the messages. I refer to this as residual energy, the best way to describe it is to have you imagine an old recording device, like film or tape. When we press record dust moves magnetically impressing upon the tape at each moment recorded. This dust is like character traits that when played back one could say, oh yes that was him, that was her, like a snippet of their life played back. The simplest example I can give for those who do not understand the conciseness of this work is when you were a child and entered the room after one of your parents were arguing. The dramatics in the air are palpable.

Is it messaging?

No, it is getting to the addressee part of the message, a constant, “The envelope please.” With no reveal to the difficult efforts and accountability that is unavoidable for anyone once their body is no more. A psychic can be stuck at role call for who is prescient that day. Then leaving that on repeat, play Grandma’s recipe? Uncle Joe’s hidden valuables? A session is not a show to be performed, what about long-awaited validation for hurtful weight that has carried out long after they are gone? It is a reveal of your medium's intention, what they have portrayed with no message just that envelope that remained unopened and refusal to give the spotlight to the afterlife. The afterlife that has been in these moments dominated to YAWN, when no one needs to breath there, until the one in portrayal and dramatics can get out of their own way and hopefully this person is not your medium when they're just a psychic kicking up dust and much like the reason people book a medium, they have not surrendered to the here, come and gone. So, they seek one who is an open door and committed to such practice with a sixth sense: Clairvoyance, Clairaudience, Clairsentient, Clairognizance, Clairalience and I find when people look words up themselves, they can remember easier. When they have well adjusted to such sensitive lifestyle and knowings to not create a dust storm/ YAWN moments in a session. That dust is for the sitter to engage with and organize in therapeutic practices, the mulling over good or bad memories or triggers of grief.

One of my most challenging moments as a medium contrasted with a community who lived on residual energy. While linked in zoom space I had wanted to walk out on my sitter. They knew right away that she would be tough while for months after in that training community where after I had been bombarded by community members who believed I must be evil for having connected to the sitter’s abusive ex. These were two heliport and helicopter pilot lifestyles that had dated and here I was happy to be at work years, decades after their companionship had occurred. The community had no code of ethics, and the so-called mediums had no real work ethic on their own commitment to after life. I had explained his death scene from a Birds Eye view and that from there he sat telling me this is a waste of time for us while having explained all he valued in her but could not treat right in life. His validation of obsession with her had small ground. So, the sitter became annoyed and spiteful I do not blame her. She then began to argue and dish so much that was not in the message. I just paused and would look up like next in line as I am not a therapist. All I could revert to at that time is this woman must not have meditated in solace to invite her loved ones or worse, she gets so many readings she is a waste of time for us? So here you go into triage to deal with this guy today! When one would expect this triage event to arise on whoever was that medium’s radar day one within a history of multiple readings.

A message can be cathartic per the message recipient's unique vulnerability and willingness to be read. A psychic can spend hours kicking up the dust of residual energy, it could be days and if you are entertained by that your session has no purpose. You are just burning out the essence of that individual life’s energy, and this kind of clientele is created which if given the choice, I’d never have read for any one of them! I with her and awaiting the clock to run out awaiting the main host to come through when they check on everyone, right? So, the sitter decided to list to me everything she had went through as his victim and I am not a therapist. Reactions fallowed from many triggered members of this community including the host to say, “careful who you connect too”? This clientele was curated and obtained from unethical networks of those who call themselves energy workers, then had taken themselves far too seriously. When any work is energy work, mediumship is afterlife soul to earthbound soul communication, psychic work is dealing in the residual energies and when repeated lifecycles are recognized as an entire picture truth is recognizable instead of assumed by predictability of past patterns anticipated, the truth that can be recognized. A medium can cut through that and get to the subject at hand; they showed me this I tell it to the sitter and sometimes it goes as deep for the need to obtain a therapy practice from here out. When they show me this and it is a premonition then there is a need to prepare the sitter. The last part of a reading is interchangeable; it could be an event coming that can be avoided, it is why your crossed over people or the guides are concerned to bring it up. The point is the finishing piece is the piece of vulnerability that needs, the opportunity to alchemize from or to have changed one’s outcome to be unharmed. That community was like dealing with the hierarchy of a Ponzi scheme that needed that dumbed out audience to return. It was playing into residual energy the audience or sitter pacified themselves with nuances of the past. Give the audience a feeling, a hook to cling to and then the audience is reeled into redundancy, snippets of a life once lived on repeat. The other side of that spectacle is discipline.

The path left by a former loved one regardless of who played the villain can be very heavy and for the living who have yet to learn to let go, these many carry the heavier moments and that moment bleeds on every loving moment met in physical life there after. Bias is impressed upon us here as we all interact the heavier moments and the victimization that invited anger, guilt, worry, or fear are challenging for us all. Parameters set by pains of emotional, confusing even violent happenings that are experienced or forever warned as wisdom there after in parenting and others we look to for guidance. Challenged to not cause further harm in the ripples of time from the moment we are impressed upon however the event occurred. The reading I had given to this random lady was for her an opportunity to begin to let go of the past and not carry it any longer into times with people that have nothing to do with it. If she could only see that forgiveness is for her and not a gift to her aggressor. It is nothing like the cinema has portrayed on screen it is more like the process of film making. Once a life has ended that character and all the scenes are wrapped, they are memories and like any actor a soul will look back on and say, Oh, that is me, I really played that part look at me going there. Then the soul awaits attentively with all the tools to triage the arrival or with confirmations for when an open door, a medium opens the space between the here and the after life for review to serve the living physical bound sitter. Sometimes the sitter is the medium and the results are immediate upon an ending life as the body gives way, or the medium is the passing one with perfect last words that miraculously answer thoughts unheard projected to God, the universe over times we, they impressed upon each other here. Sometimes the medium is anyone once known upon the quick death of another’s body that is not yet made known to anyone, or even upon someone’s sedation in surgery that no one had known about. These are all things that to me are completely normal and if they are to you too, you are what the masses of society can find extra ordinary and be misinterpreted by the non-evolved, threatened individuals who can be only who they are and on the level of intellect that they have allowed themselves to be.

You can be bullied by a dust storm; anyone can be bullied by one so there is a need for psychic defenses to keep safe from mental harm. Imagine being at AA, NA, Al Anon, Bereavements’ circles of many unique names or any group where people share their grief. It is up to the mediator to kick out disrespectful and harmful individuals that hurt people with the intel they are exposed to. Your energy needs its own system for that with your will power being your muscle to block access. This way the only way one could gain such sensitive data on you and that data was not shared or given in permission to have or use. Then this intruder can simply show up as the abuser or violator they are, to only be a creep. The graduation from this low life activity only gets worse, it is where society has found stalkers and highly functioning psychopaths. There is an audience for dust storms, but you will not catch me there, they cannot tell who from who and the egocentric spotlight is always five miles or more down the road from treatment and triage.

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