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. 

What is WalkingOM?

What began as a simple idea during my spiritual awakening has transformed into my mission and a cornerstone of my life. In the early stages of my awakening, I was excited to forge deeper connections with others on a similar path. I envisioned a space where people could not only enjoy the physical benefits of hiking and walking but also dive into the spiritual—meditations in nature, open-hearted conversations over coffee about life’s challenges, and the magic that comes with newfound self-awareness. So, I created a Meetup group, but first, I needed a name. A dear friend suggested “WalkingOM,” and it just clicked. The name resonated perfectly with my vision. Done and done! I loved it!

Over the years, WalkingOM has evolved into something much more personal for me, reflecting the growth of self, and my abilities as an intuitive and Medium. It has become my mission and website. To me, WalkingOM means embodying the essence of peace, unity, and universal consciousness in every step you take. It’s about living life with an awareness of your connection to everything around you, being present in the moment, having an open heart and a clear mind, and allowing your actions to reflect the deep inner peace and spiritual alignment that OM represents.

In this state of mind and being, one’s journey becomes, in many ways, a meditation in motion—honoring the sacred sound of the universe, the sound of OM. It resonates through every aspect of your life. You “become” a beacon of light and love, inspiring others to find their own path to harmony, healing and personal fulfillment. This is what I hope to achieve, not only in my own personal journey but also in being of service to others.

Poem: Destined Path

Golden is the light that encompasses my very being, unveiling the profound truth of my destined path. This journey seals wounds of generations past—a sacred duty stitched into the very fabric of one’s soul. I stand bare and unguarded; the chains dissolve, slipping from my fingertips like the softest sand, transforming into precious jewels. No longer bound by indecision, I ascend beyond the shadows, guided by ancestral codes. My lineage, once tangled in thorns, now flourishes with intent, mending history with a celebration of love.

Poem: Boundless Skies

Purity resides in the heart, running wild like a child where pirates roam and dragons soar. Life blossoms in the tiniest wonders: a blade of grass, a flower to pick, the sky to gaze upon. In this realm, freedom cascades through every breath, as the mind surrenders and no longer dictates. The field is wide and vast, stretching beyond sight, soaring above the trees. Here, you are the observer, voyager, explorer, and stargazer.

Limitations no longer bind you in the slavery of defeat; instead, they lift you to wonder, curiosity, and hope. As the false mirror crumbles, an unveiling and rebirth are witnessed, reclaiming a song long forgotten. You embody timeless truth, pure in essence—you are home.

Poem: The Water's Edge

The very tip of my toes touched the water, and a rush of every emotion coursed through me. Waves of clarity and confusion flowed together, like old friends who had known each other beyond time’s veil.

I looked inward at the mosaic of self: wonderful and mysterious, fearful and uncertain, yet courageous and brave. Pieces of my soul swirled in the moonlight, creating ripples in the water, drawing me deeper within. I choose now to surrender, floating in awe, finding harmony in the light and dark, my imperfections weaving into a perfect whole, whispering secrets of acceptance. Gentle waves of peace; contentment has blossomed.