Am I Psychic or Psychotic?

What does being psychic and being psychotic have in common? Both involve seeing and hearing phenomena that no one else is experiencing. So how do you know when you have a serious mental health problem vs. simply being psychic?   Goodness knows I had absolutely no clue what was happening to me when I was shockingly introduced to the World of My Psychic Abilities at the age of 13. 

I write about this today because I grew up with a grandma who eventually suffered severe psychosis. It scared the crap out of me, and I swore up one side and down the other that I would do anything and everything to never be like her. There were barely any meds available to manage the condition, and she wouldn’t have taken them anyway. 

As my intuition slowly but surely evolved on its merry own time in my teens and 20’s, I never worried that I was like grandma. I didn’t think I was receiving omens from a knickknack by the front door, I had no voice telling me to kill people, and my premonitions showed up randomly. I didn’t have periods of time where it was nonstop, then it quit, like grandma’s psychosis did. She was extremely paranoid and pissed when she was psychotic, and I never, ever felt anything remotely similar. I write this today due to the sheer volume of people who have over the years shared with me they were scared they were developing a severe mental illness. 

My social work job was evaluating people seeking psychiatric services at a mental health hospital. I interviewed them, diagnosed their symptoms, then assigned appropriate level of treatment and connected them with the necessary service. 

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Scared to See a Psychic?

“I’m Afraid the You’ll Tell Me Something Bad!!”

During a friendly conversation with 2 guys years ago, I shared that part of my occupation was being a psychic medium.  One of the men immediately and loudly bellowed, “I’m afraid you’ll tell me something bad if I come see you!” The poor guy! I understood his concern and reassured him that I only share information in a positive manner, and that I wouldn’t do anything like tell him someone he loved would die the next day, or anything wildly upsetting like that. You may be wondering how I know I won’t receive such tidings. I have my methods……You may also think that perhaps someone could benefit from knowing such knowledge, and I am going to share why I block it. 

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Fact or Fiction?

I have read a ton of books about a wide variety of spiritual matters. Some, like Many Lives, Many Masters by Dr. Brian Weiss, are among my favorites and played a large part in shaping my adult spiritual self. Others, whose titles I can’t recall, contained information that I considered distinctly untrue. For example, one author claimed only a special, select few are chosen to be mediums. If you weren’t one of these lucky ones, well, sorry about ya. The door to the Spirit realm was forever slammed shut in your face, sister!!! Another wrote that our time of physical death is predetermined, and nothing could change it. I have read elsewhere that we have 5 opportunities in each lifetime to decide when we want our old bag of bones to stay or go. 

How do you know who is right? You could research until you were blue in the face and continue to find conflicting information.

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My Top 3 Books that Kickstarted My Spiritual Path

I LOVE to read. I mean, I think I was born with my wee head in a tiny book. I enjoy reading primarily chick lit (Bridget Jones—can’t dig her enough!), biographies, psychology, and spirituality. It only made sense that when my spiritual path was murky, at the age of 24, that I turn to my trusty books to help me find my way. This was eons ago, way before life coaches abounded. I was on my own to discover what my spiritual practice would look like as an adult since the internet didn’t even exist. Yes, I am that old. Hahaha!

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Why Choose a Spiritual Path?

When I was a wee turd growing up in Waldron, IN (population 269, including the town cat), my parental units frequently trotted me to church. I have to scratch my silver pate, and wonder why? Dad wasn’t particularly religious, and certain aspects of Christianity chapped his ass mightily (i.e. homosexuality is a sin, for one.) Mumsy’s parents never took her to church, but for some reason, we attended. And for an even stranger reason, as a 4 or 5 year old child, I felt like I belonged in that sanctuary. I actually wanted to be there!

Fast forward to high school. Mumsy hauled my carcass out of bed every Sunday, and I used church mostly as a social hour–pass notes to the other girls in the back pew, watch to see if anyone was digging for gold (picking the nose), and head back to the nursery to play with the toddlers when the sermon commenced. I had been a highly gung ho Christian as a kid, but was less so as a teen. Why? Well, I was a teen–enough said there, right? Mostly, however, I had begun to question certain tents of my faith. Like, no one can go to heaven if they don’t accept Jesus as their savior. Now in order to do that, one has to have the cognition to grasp the whole concept of Jesus, something a cognitively disabled person would be sadly unable to do. So all cognitively disabled folks who couldn’t understand the concept of Jesus were doomed? What?  I don’t recall any caveats to that idea-ya either did or didn’t accept Jesus. Ya either went to heaven or to hell. How could that scheme be cooked up by  a loving God? And on and on, until I just couldn’t buy any of it anymore at all. So I waved goodbye to Christianity. Continue reading “Why Choose a Spiritual Path?”