lindaI haven’t always been a medium, but I have always heard voices. Throughout my childhood I assumed that if I could hear them, then so could everyone else. It wasn’t a big deal. Then I got to junior high and found out otherwise. It became my dirty little secret. Throughout much of my early adult life I secretly wondered if I was borderline schizophrenic. I researched the illness and discovered that hearing voices was the only symptom I had. I thought it would progress over time and I’d slowly deteriorate. I didn’t tell anyone. I comforted myself with the fact that the voices schizophrenics heard were often derogatory or negative and the ones who spoke to me never were. The voices I heard were always warning me of potential danger. You’ve left a candle burning, get off the highway here or slow down. Whenever I was warned about anything and the information was accurate, which it always was, I thanked the giver of information. I never saw the speaker and it wasn’t always the same voice. Initially they came as whispers or soft voices inside my head. As time went by they became louder and they had moved outside of me. I didn’t know it at the time, but my awakening was near.

A chance meeting with a psychic changed my life. She recognized my gifts and told me not to be afraid of them, that there were guides on the other side waiting to work with me. All I had to do was ask for their help. Since my diagnosis I finally feel at home in my body and my life has become more purposeful.