Mediumship Development: What's in a name.

As a practicing medium, I’m always pushing myself alongside my spiritual team on the other side to improve how I receive evidence from loved ones, guides, and more. One thing I had always struggled with in the past was getting names during a medium reading. I remember talking about it with someone in a development workshop years ago and they asked me if I was good with names normally. I replied, “Oh hell no! I’m awful!” Their response was, “Well, that’s why.” At the time, I accepted that answer because I was still developing and didn’t question what I didn’t know to be true or not true. But as time passed and I became more confident in my abilities, I realized that the messages that come through have nothing to do with me—duh. It became clear that while receiving names is an important piece of evidence for me, I needed to let go of focusing solely on them. All I needed to do was ask spirit to receive names and then release my attachment to it.

My mediumship involves seeing, hearing, and feeling... Over the years, my spidey senses, if you will, have really accelerated symbolically with spirit during my readings. One night, while doing a reading, I was connecting with a sister who had passed. I kept seeing disco balls and hearing Donna Summer’s song “On the Radio.” I asked the client if her sister connected with the whole Studio 54 disco music vibe. She said no and couldn’t take the visual. So, as a medium, I trust the messages that come through and I dig a little deeper, asking spirit for more information. I then continued hearing the name “Donna Summer” while her music played almost simultaneously in my mind. I asked my client, “How does Donna Summer or the name ‘Donna’ connect?” She replied, “That’s my sister’s name—Donna.” Boom, there it was: the message was indeed a name! Both myself and my client laughed and she said, “Wow, spirit really made you work for that one.” It’s crucial for anyone learning to communicate with the spirit world to keep asking questions, digging deeper, and paying attention to how the messages make you feel if the visuals aren’t clear. Being of service to those who have experienced tremendous grief means putting in the extra work with the spirit world. It might be slow at first, or maybe it won’t be, but the key isn’t just about getting a name. It’s about relaying the message in whatever way the spirit world needs to bring peace, hope, and healing to those who have suffered a loss.

Bringing forward evidence, whether it’s a name, an anniversary, or something else, is wonderful and important during a reading, and I’m so grateful for every opportunity when it comes through. But it’s just one piece of the message. I also believe that real healing happens in the experiences shared—like when a dad in spirit mentions something silly like his smelly feet and how it would clear a room to remind his daughter to laugh again. “Yes, that came through once, and the laughter did help.” Or how grandma was your best friend, and you told her everything about your life; she’ll always be grateful for that time and closeness with you. Evidence, emotions, and memories, combined together, show beyond a shadow of a doubt that there is something more. Evidence that can’t be googled. It demonstrates that our souls do live on and that our loved ones are always around us, experiencing life alongside us and not missing a thing.

If you’re just starting out on your journey as a practicing medium, remember that it’s a true partnership with the spirit world. It takes work, time, and the ability to let go, trusting that the messages will come. Don’t give up and give yourself grace on the days when it’s more challenging than others. Everyone has off days, no matter how long they’ve been of service. 

Messages from spirit: Humbled in awe.

I had written this in my journal for myself during Covid and recently discovered it and thought worth sharing. I was given permission by a friend to post this beautiful message from their loved one on the other side.

It’s late Sunday night, I gave an unplanned reading via text to a dear friend who was about to undergo major surgery the next morning. It's scary for anyone who has to be hospitalized under "normal" circumstances, but with all the restrictions right now, how scary it must feel for anyone knowing that their family can't physically be there to bring comfort or visit them in the hospital.

My intent was me attempting to be my dorky and uncomfortable self, trying to figure out what stupid animated meme I could send them to make them laugh and keep their mind off things. But shortly into it, they shared with me that they smelled an uncle's cologne around them who had passed away many years ago and thought it was very odd. Well, boom, that's all it took. In comes the spirit and the energy of their uncle, fast and fierce—and the details about his life couldn't be typed fast enough. I have to admit it was so much more meaningful and funnier than anything I could have come up with on my own attempts to ease the night (thank you, spirit!!!), and then the uncle shared that he would be in the operating room with them every step of the way. It was wonderfully confirming, and I hoped it helped even for just that moment to take off the edge. "Little did I know that there was going to be more to come." The one thing I couldn't get out of my mind or interpret from the spirit during the reading via text was that the uncle kept repeatedly showing me a vision of a clock that didn't work and asked to share it as a sign that he was, in fact, there with them. It seemed so important, repeated over and over again to me, but the dots weren't connecting, and it didn't resonate, so we just let it go and moved on.

Early last night, I received a "facetime call" only hours after their surgery—the surgery went well, by the way. Half out of it but so excited to share with me and worried that they were going to forget what they "saw" (they won't). While they were under anesthesia, my friend had an experience! Is this not exciting?? I know! Skimming the details—They said they met their uncle (surprised? uhm, no!!) and together they walked down a series of roads near golden wheat fields, and they just talked and talked for what felt like hours. My friend began to describe how real it felt and that they knew the whole time that their uncle was there throughout the entire surgery. They shared with me while tears were running down their face. It was beyond beautiful to witness. And, right before we hung up, my friend randomly looked off in the distance and oddly panned the phone screen to show me the hospital room and casually focused on the clock on the wall, which was 'stopped and several hours off, not working!' They couldn't stop talking about how odd it was for an intensive care unit that the clock wouldn't be working. Then we both recalled the conversation from the night before and simultaneously gasped, started to laugh, and both yelled, 'OMG—your uncle!!!' The dots connect!!!"

We were both a soggy mess. When something like this occurs, I am reminded with great humility what a gift this truly is to be a Medium. Believe or not believe, but for me and experiences like this for others, it demonstrates in so many ways that our souls truly are infinite, that there is something so much greater than us, and that we're never ever alone. ❤️