If you ask her in a joking way, she’ll just shrug her shoulders and an ambiguous look will slide across her face. The truth is she does dance with spirits…has since she was a little kid.
As much as it has terrified her and made her hide under her blankets as a child, it’s never gotten any easier for her. When shadows slither across the walls she cuddles in closer to her husband, wishing she could hide inside someone so she wouldn’t have to be so vulnerable. When rogue spirits tumble through her kitchen, passing through her body on their course and aren’t prone to asking her permission, she panics. When every room in her house has a cloudy feeling like there are spirits just standing in line, waiting to be recognized or acknowledged, she feels defeated.
Of course she occasionally has a breakthrough. Like when she was so frightened from the spirit activity she felt like she was fading from this physical plane into the next. When she went to sleep that night, finally, after much consolation and being held in her husband’s strong arms, she dreamed of a woman with long, black flowing hair and caramel colored skin. The woman told her not to be afraid, that she had done this all before and she would remember how to do it again soon. Suddenly there was an intense calm that washed over her. As the woman started fading away, she begged for her name…something that would keep this real to her when she awoke. “Kimeena” the woman said and then disappeared.
The next day, when she had awoken completely she began Googling the name. What she found shocked her and brought her to tears of gratitude. “Ki” meant life force or spirit energy in Hindi. “Meena” was short for “Meenakashi”, a warrior goddess who was supposed to be the wife of Shiva. She recounted everything she knew about Hindu gods and goddesses, and there certainly wasn’t anything about a “Meenakashi” in that small pool of information, or any kind of Hindi words, for that matter. She counts this as her first spiritual experience and to this day is comforted by the fact that she is being guarded and protected by the higher-ups.
Life as a medium is not as easy as psychics and TV tell you it is. It’s terrifying to be interrupted by a disembodied “HEY!” when you’re trying to write, or going to sleep and dreaming about how a distant relative died-one that you’ve never heard of and never met, but that you’re able to verify the details of their death with a family member-or receiving names of loved ones that spirits want you to reach out to. The shock of the suddenness and accuracy of it never goes away. The range of spirits that come through is never short of amazing.
But sometimes she wishes that they’d leave her alone, especially when she’s in the shower.
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