Never in my wildest dreams did i imagine i would be a Psychic Medium
I didn't know what a psychic was until I was forty years old
Authentic psychics
Sure as a child I saw those television ads...
'Call 1-800-psychic-hotline now'
Which portrayed psychics as a hoax
Maybe they were real
Probably not
In my forties I was introduced to a friend of a friend
She's an authentic psychic and was in Chicago
She didn't advertise
All her clients found her by word of mouth
I had a few readings with her and was fascinated
A medium - no clue what this was
Until l I saw John Edwards or the Long Island Medium on television
And then there was that movie 'Sixth Sense'
'I see dead people'
That movie was scary as hell
No way did I want to see dead people
So as you can see
Never in a million years did I expect or want to see dead people
CHILDHOOD - EMPATHIC
I look back
Looking for clues
I've been reading every book I can get my hands on about mediums
Many have had strong spirit experiences as a child
Not so much for me
Though there were a few occasions...
When I was a small child
I was scared to death of everything and everyone
The one thing I wasn't scared of:
My mom
I clung to her for dear life
A psychic recently told me that I was scared of everything because of an accident that I had before I was one -
I fell down a flight of steps in my stroller
That makes sense
My sensitivity has always been extremely high
To foods, noise, energy - other people's energy
Which I learned recently is empathic... being open to others energy
Being sensitive to many things
If you're empathic
Learn to protect yourself
It's actually easy
It's a necessity
Life is much more comforting and empowering when you learn this
(For tips about protection, comment below or send me an email on the contact page)
CHILDHOOD - NOT HERE
At around three or four years old
Was the first time I remember
Feeling that I wasn't here
Physically here on this earth
That I wasn't in my body
I could 'see and hear'
Yet I felt that I was somewhere else
And I didn't know where I was
And struggled to be here
That scared the bejeebees out of me
I remember crying about it
Mom would rub my back and comfort me
That feeling never went away
I still feel it on occasion
And in my head I tell myself that I'm here
And ground myself to the earth
Why do I have this feeling?
I'm not sure
Maybe it's my openness to other dimensions
Or my soul wants to go somewhere else
Or a part of my soul is somewhere else
There's so much that we don't know
CHILDHOOD - OTHER LIVES
When I was four
I remember going to my grandparents house
My dad and his brother got drunk
And were fighting
Someone hit someone
A beer bottle was thrown on the street and broke
Then my dad, mom, older sister and I got in the car
To drive the 30 minutes to our small home
In our small town
With my dad driving mad and drunk
Driving over the curb and spinning out as we left
(He was still in his early twenties)
As we drove through the town
I saw big homes
I looked at the stars in the sky
And remember questioning the universe
'What am i doing in this family, in this car'
I felt that in previous lives i was wealthy, royalty, someone important
and here i was in a family
Who were pretty poor at that time
Getting drunk, fighting
Living in a tiny midwest farm town
In the middle of nowhere
As a minority half-Asian
For the first time
At four years old
I felt that I had other lives
And that I was an outsider
In this family and in my home-town
I did however, always feel very safe and very loved by my family
Home was my safe place
And I love my family very much
I also had a pretty idyllic childhood
Sure I was bullied some when I was young
(My guess is that most kids feel they were bullied in some way and probably bullied others and didn't realize it)
We rode bicycles in the country
Didn't have to lock our doors
Danced in the bathroom hallway at the Valley View dinner and dance hall
Swam at the Valley View swimming lake
Sang and danced like Sonny and Cher
Had a swing set and sandbox in the back yard
Made a tent over the clothesline and slept outside
Dug tunnels in the snow drifts
Boated on an inner tube in the ditch when it flooded
Rode logs in the river
Hit tennis balls against the gym wall
Had sleep-overs
Ate popcorn and watched movies on one of our 3 tv channels
Had snuggles and world thoughts with my dog
Went to brownie and girl scout camp
Traveled to the Illinois State Fair
Had neighbors that I called grandma and grandpa
Participated in sports, chorus, played flute and was the drum major in band, cheerleading
Had high school homecoming in the gym
Watched state marching band competitions at ISU
Vacationed at the Grand Ole Opry in Nashville
Dared people to run around in the cemetery at night
Had a Halloween Hayride Party out in the country with several spooky stops
Went road drinking in the country
Went to a drive-in theatre
Cruised around a bigger town looking for guys
Ate at our favorite place - pizza hut
Did donuts on the ice in my small red plymouth
Learned to change the oil on my plymouth
Mowed our yard
Laid in the sun with suntan oil slathered on
I grew to trust and love many people in my home-town
And had many incredible fun memories
Plus we traveled to Japan to see my family on my mom's side when I was 8 and 16
That was quite an otherworldly, exciting highlight of my childhood
To see a different culture, meet family for the first time, fly on a plane to the other side of the world
It was everything
As I reminisce about my childhood
The memories come pouring through
It was pretty special
Was it perfect?
No, as there is no perfect
I always knew I was destined to live in a bigger town
Yet how grateful I am for this Idyllic Childhood
When I left my family and hometown at 18 years to attend Fashion School in Texas
I was no longer an outsider
I was my family
I was my hometown
Took them with me
When was the first time Larleen saw spirits?
Coming up next
Predictions of where I'd live as an adult
Did you have spirit experiences when you were a child?
When we're young, I've heard we're more open to the other side
it's simple, do you
xo
Kathleen Naomi
lots of photos down memory lane...
