As a young 16 year old child, I can recall my curiosity in psychics. I remember seeing the sign out in front of the mall, me and my pals finally with the freedom to drive deciding to see what it was all about. We went into the mall and dared each other to get a reading. We giggled and joked about what the psychic would say to us. They didn’t check out ID’s and none of us were old enough to be there, but being willful kids, we were just having fun, and spending the hard earned cash from working at the fast food joint or local grocery store. Oh the 80’s what fun it was with all that hair so big, Aqua-net, and boys that wore Polo or Drakkar. If your hair didn’t hit the interior roof of the car, it wasn’t sprayed enough.
As I approached the psychic to have a seat at her card table, she had me shuffle tarot cards. I remember her coke-bottle glasses, and stringy brown hair that hung over her face. Her eyes seemed extra huge to me. She was probably in her forties, but to me looked old and wise. She must be to know everything! I laugh at that now. Part of me believed in her, part of me thought she was scamming me. She looked at the cards I had picked and told me first, “I see you will have many lovers.” I was such a nerd I think I choked on my root beer and laughed. Her demeanor didn’t change, she remained so serious. She said, I see you as a healer, you know you have abilities, right? Well, I know I do, but do you, really? She said that people will be coming to my home for healing, and comfort. I know I didn’t buy that at all. In my mind, my home would be a farm, lots of horses, dogs, and all kinds of rescued animals. Not a place for people to get comforted. Dear coke bottle glasses lady, it took me a long time, but I believe you now.
I’m a psychic medium. Those words alone took me a very long time to say out loud. I took psychology in college up to some Master’s degree courses. I know all about research and the scientific method. I even know how to write a research paper in APA format…yuck. So if you told me thirty-forty years ago that this would be my life, I would have laughed at you. Thing is, coke bottle lady did, and I laughed as you know. I didn’t consider the, “healing” part though.
I have seen it on TV, people falling over on their faces at church. Oh come on, you’re kidding me right? I’ve read about miraculous healings, but as crazy as my job is, I could not allow the “sane” part of me to buy into ANY of that garbage! As a good little medium, I explored Reiki. I even became a Reiki Master, but even knowing belief is part of it, I still admittedly could not allow myself to fully buy into it.
I know the placebo effect is 30% effective, so if I could harness that, then who would care what healed a person? Just that healing occurred is what mattered to me.
Until, when I worked on someone they would describe feeling sensations or cold or hot. Wait what? Okay cool….placebo. Then a call saying, “Wow that worked!” I started doing healing if I heard a guide or angel tell me to do so during sessions. The results baffled me.
Then one fateful day in 2009 I was air lifted from a car crash. They took an x-ray and told me my neck was broken at the 1st cervical disk. A second x-ray confirmed, and then a cat scan. Whew, never mind, they said, your bones are just kind of different, it’s just a lot of soft tissue damage. I had no idea all that entailed.
I went happily on my merry way. Until I realized once the nerves acted up that, “some soft tissue damage”, was three herniated discs in my neck. I couldn’t lay flat, I could no longer run, jump or even walk without pain. The doctor could not see anything wrong, but my arm hurt so badly I had it x-rayed, I knew it must have spontaneously broken! An MRI confirmed the damage, and the neurologist wanted to do surgery asap. I refused it, I’m grateful now, but many thought I had lost my mind. I saw physical therapists and did traction daily to try to stretch my spine. I think I tried it all, except anything spiritual.
Years went on, and more health issues popped up. The same genetics that made me a blue-eyed redheaded medium, also physically made me a mess. I thought there was no hope.
I was broke from healthcare and broken. Was there hope for me? Why can I help others but nobody can touch my pain? Out of desperation, I began thinking of seeing a spiritual healer. How can I believe in my work and not other peoples’?! I had friends do Reiki on me, saw a few different healers, and tiny bits would shift and change but never the result I was looking for. I wanted to be me again! It was then that an email between myself and Melissa Olson from Bestpsychicdirectory.com told me of Jane Fecteau. A medical intuitive and healer. I saw the prices and instantly knew there was no way. My medical bills had ruined me financially! About a year had passed when a client of mine, had again mentioned Jane. She had had amazing results and insisted I give her a try. I didn’t see how on earth I was going to be able to afford it, but I would give it to God, and wait and see. That was when the third sign came, an ANGEL donated some sessions for me. I promised to pay it forward, and stated when able, I certainly would.
My first session with Jane was interesting, I could feel her energy like tiny little zaps of electricity moving around my shoulder and spinal cord. Was this placebo? I got dizzy as she said I would. She would state, “good, that’s good.” and I told her my doubts. Didn’t matter. I still felt great? Hmmm?!
So God had to pretty much take all away from me physically before I would fully buy into this “crazy”. I won’t go into all my health issues, but I do know that my beliefs have certainly changed.
I’m very happy to say I am now a believer. God heals, and can heal through others, love heals, and the body heals itself if given the chance.
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