When my Psychic Introduced Me to My Ghosts….

It’s taken me a few days to work through my feelings. I hadn’t fully understood what it would do to me to commune with some of those I’ve lost. I’ve been wandering my house, asking myself why I’m so sad, and then am like…oh, right…meh ghosts. This was new for me. When it comes to the spiritual arts, I’ve never done anything beyond casual tarot readings from friends. I’m not a believer or a non-believer. I guess I’d say I’m a curious maybe-er.

It all started last week when I was sharing with my friend (and sometimes podcast partner), Sonya Mastick, that I’d recently lost a colleague/friend in an abrupt and mysterious way. Since it was all very sudden and she was one of, like, ten people I know out here in California in my new life, I felt very isolated in my grief. I didn’t share her with anyone, so I was grieving and wondering alone, having trouble getting any closure. I was obsessed, constantly googling and feeling devastated and incredibly uneasy about the whole thing. Her last year of life had been a difficult one and I wanted to know that she was OK, that she’d been OK before she died, that she wasn’t alone, that I hadn’t failed her.

Sonya said that after she’d lost a friend she went to a psychic medium and had a profound experience connecting with him and also gaining some understanding about death and dying.