Taking the Leap of Faith

“When you hear the call of your soul telling you it’s time to change direction, it’s up to you to decide whether you want to listen.”

After more than 25 years as an international journalist, I made a hard turn into the unknown.

I had spent more than two decades in a business based on being able to verify the who, what, when, where and why through tangible, replicable fact-checking methods and sourcing. I traveled the world and saw life from different perspectives and engaged with many cultural viewpoints. I had the most amazing journey as part of a major international news organization. I earned Emmy and Peabody awards as well as other prestigious honors alongside my dedicated colleagues and friends. It was a beautiful extended chapter of my life.

But it’s not my whole story.

My soul has spent the better part of half a century guiding me towards the place I now embrace—as an intuitive channel—to help others in any way that God, the One Source, Spirit, the Universe, the all loving, all powerful force… whatever you wish to call it… leads me.

From the time I was a little girl, I loved anything and everything to do with the Spiritual realm. That place beyond the veil of illusion. The quiet whispers of faith. The synchronicities that lack rational explanation. The invisible hand of fate that in an instant, changes the course of your future.

I had my palm read for fun as an eight or nine year old at a local fair. The lady at the table looked at my hands and said, "You are a healer. You will heal people with these hands." I recall that distinct rush of excitement I felt when I heard her say those words to me. But excitement quickly gave way to doubt in my little ADHD brain. “Oh, she thinks I’ll be a doctor…. she doesn’t know what she’s talking about, I can’t stand needles. There’s no way I’m going to medical school.” And off I went to use my tickets for another ride or to buy some cotton candy. Out of sight, out of mind.

In the 6th grade, I found a book on ESP by Edgar Casey. I read it backwards and forwards. I was enthralled. Around 7th or 8th grade we had to do a science fair project. I created a Kirlian photography device, meant to take pictures of people’s auras. My project got an honorable mention, and I got a lot of strange looks from the grown ups and kids my age. I thought my experiment was so cool. They just thought I was weird.

I was an extremely sensitive child. I felt everything. Oftentimes, I knew when people were sad, even when they said they were happy. By the same measure, many times I could tell if someone was angry or mean-spirited even if they had a smile on their face. Sometimes, I would meet someone and just feel an overwhelming sense of love emanating from them before they even uttered a word. When someone was happy I was happy. When someone was sad, I was sad. For this, I was labeled, “too sensitive, too emotional.” I have been called those two things so many times in my life, as if they represent weakness, not strength. I now recognize that this sensitivity, this heightened receptivity to the feelings of others, is clairsentience and is often the strongest natural clair for empathic people.

Growing up, sometimes I would just know things. And usually I would blurt that something out as soon as it landed in my brain. There was an urgency there I didn't quite understand, but now I do. I was practicing claircognizance without even realizing it.

As a teen and young adult, I routinely found myself on the listening end of someone I barely knew, who, inexplicably, would pour out their entire soul to me and then freak out that they had allowed themselves to be so vulnerable with someone who wasn’t their closest confidant or family member. And in those times, I would hear something come out of my mouth like, “this may sound strange but, I feel like I should tell you…” or “I don’t know why, but I feel like you need to…” I had no idea where it had come from, but it flowed easily and effortlessly.

I came to recognize that the air around me would feel different to me when it happened. No one else would notice, because nothing had changed for them, but for me, there was definitely an energy that wasn’t my own flowing through me. Many times, I could see a shift in the person as the words landed exactly where they needed to land. Back then I just thought “well, that's odd.” Or, “it’s cool that I was able to help them feel better.” Now I know that I was channeling. I was a conduit for Spirit to help the person in front of me. I just played the role of the radio tuned to the right station so the person in front of me could hear the song they needed to hear.

I used to think only “gifted” people were psychic. But I know now that’s not true. Intuition is inside of all of us—it naturally comes from our soul—it just takes time, effort and commitment to learn, to practice, to grow, and to see that ability blossom into a true skill. Not everyone will choose to develop their intuition, just like not everyone will learn to play the guitar or play tennis.

I have spent the last several years in intensive study with amazing teachers, fellow psychics and healers, honing my skills as an intuitive.

It took me a long time to put the pieces of the puzzle together and to see all the dots connect that led me here.

In my wildest dreams I never imagined I would be putting myself out into the world in this way. But I'm so happy I did.

When I finish an appointment with a client, and they confirm what I pick up during their session, tell me that they feel better, or have gained clarity on a situation in their life, my soul celebrates.

And every so often I remember the words from that palm reader from that county fair all those years ago echoing in my mind...

“You are a healer.. These hands will heal people.”

It may have taken more than 40 years to take this leap, but one of the most awe inspiring things I have discovered in my development is, the more I practice this work, the deeper my faith in God becomes.

Spirit leads, and I follow. It's a beautiful dance and I am so blessed and honored to be a part of it.