Field of Dreams

I was at once devastated. The clear line of demarcation between the seen and the unseen had somehow become blurred. My equilibrium was lost, and I floundered in despair. I asked myself, 'What happened to me?' I didn’t used to be this way!

One evening, while lying in bed trying to fall asleep, a man appeared at my bedside. He was in spirit form and wasn’t someone I immediately recognized. Frightened by this experience, I used prayers, mantras, and short of throwing holy water at him, I made him go away. Later, one of my spiritual Teachers, this time a local psychic medium with a 30-year amazing track record, Margaret VanLaanMartin at the Age of Aquarius Chico, said to me, “Did you ask him what he wanted?” ‘No,’ was my sheepish reply. I had forgotten that part.

One afternoon, I was having a private conversation with God while standing at my kitchen sink. I reluctantly said to God, “God, I’ll do the Mediumship work you’ve given me to do.” Just then, a doorway opened to the Other Side, and a large crowd rushed in to join me in the kitchen. They came for the Reading! Nervously, I said to them, ‘Uh. I didn’t mean right this second!’ And the crowd pushed out of the room, closing the door behind them.

This was truly a moment of, ‘If you build it, they will come,’ as from the movie Field of Dreams, starring Kevin Costner. My big fat realization? My unfoldment was just the beginning. Next, I had to learn to master my own abilities.