Becoming a Psychic Medium . Chapter 2

Knew Where I’d Live

Long before I understood intuition or energy, I already knew things. Not from logic or planning — just a quiet certainty that would surface now and then. This was one of the first times I recognized that knowing.

Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I’d become a Psychic Medium.

But even as a teenager, I sensed that life had plans for me.

One summer night when I was thirteen, I sat on the porch with my dog in our tiny Illinois farm town — population 550. The air was still, the sky full of stars, and I remember feeling the world calling to me.

That night, I just knew where I'd live someday:

• Texas

• California

• A big city

• A foreign country

And I did.

Texas

Right after high school, I moved to Arlington to attend fashion school — back in the big-perm days of 1982–83.

My character has some ideas about Texas...

California

In 1999, I followed another inner nudge and moved to sunny San Diego.

A Big City

On September 8, 2001, I arrived in New York City — ready for my next chapter, unaware of how much the world would soon change.

A Foreign Country

And in December 2016, I moved to Mexico. A dream come full circle.

Sometimes intuition speaks softly, through glimpses of what’s ahead. Back then, I didn’t realize those whispers were preparing me for the gift of connection — to energy, to spirit, to something beyond the physical world.

Coming Up in Chapter 3:

Ghosts in California 

In the quiet, we remember: we are never alone. Spirit, love, and guidance are always near, gently nudging us toward the light within.

Find your inner movie star.

xo Kathleen Naomi