gaining information far beyond my years. I was very insecure — who was going to listen to me? Not to mention, there were real life decisions to be made that were paramount to life in my early twenties.
For example, if I’m dating someone, then how long do I go before I mention that I talk to spirits and what not? I mean, at some point if things become more serious, my partner would begin to notice some things aren’t quite right. You know, one of these things is just not like the other. For anyone traversing this journey, you eventually reach an impasse when you begin accepting that this is a part of who you are and you can’t change that. The question then becomes very simple, “do I go public with this?”
One of the biggest issues that causes the most turmoil in my life is the interruption of my, oftentimes, amazing sleep. How can I explain in casual conversation that I’m cranky because Casper kept me up all night? The spirit world works in opposition to our world; as above so below. While the daylight hours are the time we are most active and alert, the opposite is true for spirit. At night, I find myself constantly cursing the spirits that are trying to communicate with me. Honestly, how is a girl supposed to get her beauty rest when some lost general from the civil war wants to communicate because he happened to wonder across my path? It can become very annoying to deal with these things without a little guidance, and most millennials feel like we know everything anyway, even though we know better. The fact that we know we don’t know it all but still like to pretend we do is typically the only thing that liberates us from our angst-filled, teen formative years. Fortunately , for us, being in that millennial range comes in handy.
Millennials are in a very unique position that probably won’t translate to anyone else younger than us. We are in the in-between stage where we remember what it was like before cell phones and computers but the advent of technology isn’t lost on us, and we can understand how to utilize all the resources that our various devices contain. I began to look for and find various Meet-Up sites and found cities in my state that had a thriving as visible community and decided to reach out and connect. What came of this you ask? It’s quite simple really… I connected.
I got in contact with other mediums, I finally found my people and strangely enough, though we were all in varying stages of life, we were all like young adults with our abilities — trying to figure it all out. I went to my first psychic/medium development class
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noticed my gifts and actually encouraged them. She helped me to feel a little confident in expressing my experiences to her, but once I left home and was on my own, finding another black person that had psychic abilities proved to be challenging. I hadn’t come across any other black mediums, let alone black people that were open to metaphysics. I was so lost.
How was I supposed to encourage myself when I had no idea what I was doing? If you have read anything up to this point with an inkling of affinity, then I am sure you have asked yourself this at some point. So what did I do? I found all the books I could on spirit communication. I turned to YouTube and tried to sift through the muck for kinship and oftentimes I found myself disappointed. I was looking for something in those books and videos that mimicked what I go through and could validate my normalcy. However, I did get very lucky when I stumbled across Lisa Andres’ book, Gifted. For any beginner with questions, her book has definitely got answers.
Pertaining to normalcy, bringing up the fact that your super-cool neighbor’s grandmother is trying to communicate while you’re asking for the Wi-Fi password again isn’t the greatest casual conversation starter. So I tried to be more engaged in the mundane comings and goings of my life, giving them more interest than they deserved, simply because there was a massive part of myself that wasn’t up for discussion because I was afraid of what others may think. In a strange way it kind of takes you back to high school: no one wants to be the outcast left standing alone at the homecoming dance. Not only was I refusing to dance alone, but I also didn’t want to go to the party without a companion. I mean, how was I supposed to find my way as a twenty-something in the physical world when I was moonlighting as a metaphysician behind closed doors
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