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Tag: mediumship
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Pisces Twin Bitch
I started these blogs to track my growth and the experiences that continue to impact me. One day I asked my grandma something specific about her younger years, and her memories aren’t as clear as they used to be. This made me want to write my own stories down, so future me can look back and reflect.
She reads everything. We do weekly calls to debrief…she doesn’t always agree with everything, but she likes hearing my journey. I love her 🙂
Btw the connection is not unstable lol She is so cute. ___________________________________
On another note, a good friend was visiting me in Toronto. Lani and I have been friends for over six years; we met at our old workplace. Knowing her, she’s not really open to meeting new people. I was a student at the time and had this habit of walking around the office near the end of the day to chat. This can be annoying, I know. I know.
One day I spotted a box of cookies at her desk. I stopped and asked, “Hey, can I have a cookie? ” She gave me a side eye like, “Who is this annoying student? ” but I kept chatting. Behind that mask, I could sense something warm about her and needed to connect. Eventually, she cracked open and softened. During the pandemic, we started doing grocery runs together…a thing that became our bond. We realized we share the same birthday. On my phone she is saved as “Pisces Twin Bitch.” I’m 94% sure she has me saved the same way…
Somewhere along the way, we realized we both have spiritual stories…dreams, gut hits, intuitive moments to share. Very Pisces, I would say. She was the first one who encouraged me to pursue Reiki and told me about her own certification. That planted a seed. A few months later, I finished my certifications and started practicing on close friends and basically anyone open to receiving.
On the last day on her visit, I offered her a session. I set up the massage table in my meditation room. Before every session, I do a silent prayer, calling in my guides and theirs to send whatever messages or healing are needed. Every session is different…no two are the same. My role is to set the space to release/heal and not control anything.
When I reached her heart chakra, I felt a big rush of loving energy. It was her brother. The feeling was gentle and proud. The heart chakra is usually where I feel the strongest connection during sessions. Afterward, I quietly burned palo santo to clear the space and stepped out to give her a moment.
She told me with tears that since her brother passed, she hadn’t been able to feel him…two years of silence. During the session, she heard him. She got messages that made sense to her. It was the first time she felt and heard him again. Moments like this keep reminding me how much the universe loves us and that we are never alone, truly. 🙏
Lani, I want to thank you for always pushing me to go after what I want, for encouraging me, and for calling me out when I need it. And seeing how you actually go after your goals motivates me to do the same.
Love you, Pisces Twin Bitch. Thanks for visiting my world and letting me hold space for your big ass heart 🫶
BTW, the cookies were not that great…honestly… you should stick to homemade cookies 😉
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Universal Energy
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A Spiritual Encounter in Mykonos?
While my friend and I were shopping around Mykonos, looking for gifts to bring back for our families, we wandered in and out of souvenir shops. Eventually, we stumbled upon this unique little store showcasing artwork from local Greek artists. An elderly man, probably in his 80s, was running the shop. He was incredibly knowledgeable about every piece I asked about, and his passion for the art and the artists was undeniable.
As we browsed, he warmly offered us a homemade digestif, an alcoholic drink of his own creation. We gladly accepted, raising our glasses saying “Yamas!” before taking a slip. The drink’s warmth spread through us, perfectly complementing the atmosphere of the shop.
Just outside, I noticed a black cat sitting near the entrance. It locked eyes with me, its gaze intense and almost mesmerizing. I crouched down as it slowly approached me, as if it had been waiting. Throughout my time in Greece, I saw so many street cats. I’ve always believed that cats have a connection with calm souls, and while I’m generally pretty relaxed, being on vacation amplified that feeling.
Pretty black cat 🥰 Anyways, we continued wandering through the streets when my friend decided to check out another souvenir shop that she felt drawn to. This time, an elderly woman was running it. She had a warm presence, and I immediately felt inclined to chat with her. As we talked, I suddenly felt an unexplainable strong pull towards the back of the store. There, among the rows of hanging t-shirts, I found myself standing in front of a mirror. Surrounding it were old paintings of goddess figures, and near a shirt-printing machine, I noticed a cluster of small, rusted cowbells.
Something about them felt out of place. I instinctively reached out and touched them, wondering what they signified. That’s when I felt it, a strong presence near the back door, as if something or someone was trying to communicate with me. The energy was so strong, almost urgent, but I chose to ignore it and walked back to my friend at the front of the store.
Still unsettled, I turned to her and said, “I feel like something is calling me from the back.” We were about to leave when she found a magnet she wanted to buy. As we approached the cash register, I noticed a framed photo of an elderly man sitting beside the register. The same intense energy I had felt in the back of the store was pulling at me again.
I hesitated before asking the shop owner, “Is that your husband?”
And I pointed at the back of the store. Her expression changed instantly. She nodded. I sense that they had opened the store together and had worked side by side for years. Then, tears welled up in her eyes as she softly told me to stop.
I froze. I had no idea what I had tapped into. But at that moment, I felt an overwhelming need to tell her: “He’s here. You’re not alone.”
The words came out before I could even mentally process them. I could feel her husband’s presence lingering, as if he wanted her to know she wasn’t running the shop by herself. I sensed that she had felt him before, too, in quiet moments when the store was empty. She gave a big hug and said “God bless you”
As we left, I could only hope that he would find peace and transition to wherever he was meant to go. Like god damn that was strong energy.
That experience was both exhilarating and shocking. I never realized I had the ability to receive intuitive messages.
Of all the encounters I had in Greece, this one left the deepest impact on me. It shifted my perspective on my intuitive abilities and strengthened my belief that we are all connected to something much greater than ourselves and to follow our intuition.
