The veil is thin this time of year, late in October. I hear
it frequently. The awareness or structure that keeps our world separate from
the spirit world is at its most permeable. I know this. I’ve heard about it for
years. This year I experienced it for myself in the form of mediumship.
Halloween for me was a normal day. There were no costumes or
decorations. It’s just not my thing. But I knew the veil was thin when she
suddenly came into my awareness. A clairaudient message, one of her trademark
phrases. I lost it in the fog, but I knew it was her coming through for the
briefest of moments.
The veil is indeed thin. It was the first time that I had
been able to pick up my grandmother’s energy. I think of her often. When she
came through it was her as I had known her. Her round face, fair skin, and
sunburned cheeks from her many hours of gardening. She had silver curls around
her face. It is how I always see her, and it was how I sensed her that day.
I remember the images more than the words. It’s a cruel
trick of the mind fog that comes with these beautiful blessings. I remember
some of what happens while I sit in power but not all. Everything happens the
way it is supposed to happen with these situations, so I let it go. I focus on being
grateful and blessed with a perfect moment.
It was just that burst of energy. That blurt of word and sensed image. But that was all I needed as confirmation that the veil is indeed thin
this time of year. It is not “spooky”, it is beautiful and healing.
Dad Came Back to Visit.
On November 2nd, while resting and watching
YouTube videos, I realized that I was squeezing my right knee over and over. I connected
with the energy. It was fuzzy, but I knew someone was coming through. The only
person in my life that ever squeezed my knee like that was my dad. Dad came to
He, like my mom recently, said “we are so proud” Tears burst
from my eyes. I knew that we were healing me in relation to the Divine
masculine. I mentioned it, and it was confirmed intuitively. But the best part
was yet to come.
I began receiving images of the gifts he had bought me when
I was young. My first handbag. It was pink and had a shoulder strap. I had
forgotten about that bag long ago, but I saw it again in my awareness. Next, I
saw a top he had bought me. Again, it was something I had forgotten about
He showed me his hand. It had been injured. I knew it was
him. He provided me with ample proof it was him. I continued to cry and to be with
his energy. My right knee being squeezed in just that way. He even showed me a
time when he scared me by squeezing that knee hard during a scary movie
Then I saw his face. It came to me in a wavy wobbly sort of
way like how they do it films. But it was him. I saw him as I knew him the last
time I saw him, with a tan and a mustache. I cried and healed.
My Thoughts on Mediumship in my Limited Experience.
Mediums rely on details to connect the people in spirit with
the people they are reading for, their sitters. The proof is in the minutia of
our lives. The details that no one could possibly know. The details that we
don’t share on social media or in blogs. (It is why I’ve been vague about the
proof that both my grandma and my father showed me.)
Knowing it was them, connecting with their energy, allowed
me to heal. I’m so very grateful to experience mediumship. It has allowed me to
heal my relationship with my mother and father. Besides healing, I have
received guidance, love, and support. They are my favorite experiences during my spiritual
The image is old family photos of my dad and grandmother. Both
transitioned long ago and yet feel so close. My grandmother often had that stern looking face which made her smiles and child-like giggles all the more magical. This is the only image I have of my dad. I am grateful to have it.
I’m grateful you’re here. I love you.