The Path I Never Planned: Becoming a Channeler
- Apr 19
- 4 min read
Updated: Apr 20
I had passions, interests, and a life I thought I understood—but this was never part of the plan. And yet, looking back, every step had been leading me here… it just took me 57 years to be ready.
As a kid, it all felt like a joke—something you’d see in a late-night commercial and laugh at. It wasn’t until a friend introduced me to a real, authentic psychic in Chicago that something in me quietly awakened. I was fascinated… but becoming one myself? Yeah, no.
And a medium—or channeler? That was even further from anything I wanted. “I see dead people” from The Sixth Sense terrified me. No thank you.
And yet… something in my life had always felt different.
I had always felt different
The first time my character Larleen had a channeling experience...
The Sensitivity I Didn’t Understand
From as early as I can remember, I was deeply sensitive—to food, to noise, to smells, to the energy of people and places.
Now I understand that as being empathic—open to the world in a way that allows you to feel beyond what’s visible.
Sometimes, I felt like I wasn’t fully here.
At three or four years old, I knew that I had other lives, and I'd lie in bed at night feeling disconnected from my body, as if part of me existed somewhere else. It scared me – I'd cry, and my mom would comfort me, but the feeling itself never fully went away.
Even now, there're moments where I have to gently remind myself to ground back into my body… into the earth… into this life.
Looking back, I wonder—was that openness? A glimpse into something beyond this dimension?
A Knowing I Couldn’t Explain
That same feeling followed me in other ways.
When I was thirteen, sitting outside in our tiny Illinois farm town—population 550—I looked up at the stars and felt something calling me. A quiet certainty came over me, and I just knew where I'd live one day:
Texas.
California.
A big city.
A foreign country.
And… I did.
I moved to Texas after high school. Years later, I followed another inner nudge to San Diego. Then to New York City—arriving just days before the world changed in September 2001. And eventually, to Mexico.
At the time, I didn’t think of it as intuition, my soul, or my guides – but I knew something was there. Guiding me.
The Signs I Wasn’t Ready For
In my thirties, life began nudging me in new directions.
I found myself pulled back toward performing—something I'd loved as a child. I stood on stage with a hypnotist. I was chosen out of thousands, to go on stage with a magician in Las Vegas after knowing I would be.
Things flowed easily when they were meant to happen. Doors opened. Paths aligned.
And then… stranger things began to happen.
After moving to California, there were 'ghosty' moments I couldn’t explain.
A heavy, locked door flew open on its own. A stove burner turned off by itself as a deep, bone-chilling cold moved through me. An oven temperature jumped suddenly, without reason. Alarms went off in the middle of the night when I was alone.
At the time, I told myself it was just a mischievous ghost.
Maybe it was a ghost or maybe it was a guide...
Either way, I wasn’t ready for any of that. It felt too scary.
So I kept moving forward—guided, protected, but still not fully aware of what was unfolding.
The Moment Everything Opened
By the time I was 40, taking a sabbatical, living in NYC and attending an acting school, I began asking deeper questions.
Do I have spirit guides? Can I connect with them? Can I receive guidance?
Accepting myself and my passion for acting led me to study spirituality– for several years, and when I took a psychic mediumship class in 2019, I went in simply hoping to connect with my guides.
I had no idea how much my life was about to change.
Shortly after, I began meditating every day.
Then in 2020, my greyhound Kai passed away.
Not long after, he appeared in my meditations—clear, peaceful, unmistakably him. His presence brought comfort in a way I can’t explain.
Fourteen months later, when my other greyhound Asha passed, the grief was overwhelming. But within hours, she appeared too—right beside Kai. Only this time, she came through first, as if she knew I needed her most.
That was the moment something opened.
Choosing the Path
Soon after, other spirits began coming through—bringing specific, meaningful messages for their loved ones. Details I couldn’t have known. Evidence that couldn’t be explained.
That’s when I understood:
This wasn’t just about me anymore.
I wasn’t just connecting with my own guides.
I was being asked to listen… and to share.
This path wasn’t something I planned. It wasn’t something I chased.
It was something that gently, persistently called me—through sensitivity, through knowing, through signs, and ultimately, through love and loss.
And at some point, I had a choice.
Ignore it… or trust it.
I chose trust.
The first time my character Larleen saw a spirit....
The Truth I’ve Come to Know
In the stillness between worlds, I’ve come to understand something deeply:
We're never truly alone.
Spirit, love, and guidance are always around us—whispering, nudging, gently (and sometimes not so gently) guiding us back home to ourselves.
My path as a channeler is simply to remind others of what’s already within them:
The light.
The connection.
The quiet knowing.
That authentic, radiant star within you… it’s already there.
Just waiting to be remembered.
Be your inner movie star.
xo Kathleen Naomi
