When I’m not bopping between blogspots I have a couple of day jobs. As a psychiatric nurse practitioner, I talk with lots of people every day. We talk about how they’re eating, sleeping, what they’re moods have been like and how they feel about their family members and their jobs. You know, the mundane- that wonderful place that exists very close to the paranormal that I’ve mentioned before. On other days, I sit in my spiritual room and do psychic readings for the people who find their way to me. I use tarot, oracles, cigar smoke, water, you name it, I scry it.
Sometimes these people share things with me like their views on their religions, faith, dark nights of the soul and, sadly a little less frequently, their illuminated lives. Sitting with them I help to determine whether I can offer help and in what form. Tapping into my intuitive side, I guide them into delving a bit more deeply into the way they are experiencing their lives. It’s not often that I receive everything they say at face value. There’s a reason why people come to see me. Psychic or psychiatric- they want to know more about themselves.
Every so often I have a therapist ask me whether I can see a particular client of theirs because I’ll find them interesting. These are the people that believe they are seeing clairvoyantly and not experiencing visual hallucinations. They are the ones that hear spirits talk to them and aren’t disturbed by auditory hallucinations. These folks admit that they feel the presence of someone else in the room that’s not visible to most others. They aren’t really paranoid-a term that we use very loosely.
My doctoral thesis was all about the paranormal- another word I take issue with but it’s one that society has decided explains these phenomena quite well. It’s no surprise that a client recently offered me the name of a title of a book I should read that is about two adolescent siblings-one schizophrenic. My book Covering the Sun with My Hand is about twins- one is diagnosed with schizophrenia when they are teenagers. My client didn’t know I’m writing this! Serendipitous you might say. That’s how my professors described it in school.
While writing my book I kept sitting back to ponder whether some of the scenarios were too far-fetched. I wondered how much I was making up and how much was a result of the absorption of information I’d gleaned over the many years that I’ve been working in psychiatry. Well, I never had to sit and obsess too long. There was always someone coming in and telling me about a situation they’ve dealt with that was very close to a scene in my novel. Not only were they sharing their experience with me, I firmly believe that my spiritual guidance was telling me to chill out and relax. It’s all good.
Many of us were brought up learning about roots, sitting at the misa table watching spirits channeled, or sitting at the kitchen table listening to our mothers and aunts talk about those “coincidences.” My mother didn’t mind that I talked to my toothbrush and had imaginary friends. Superstitions, old wives tales, Bewitched’s Samantha Stevens twitching her nose. They all point to the truths of who we are. I searched for “something more” through a doctoral program in research and theory development. I started in a library, online and in journals. I found it in regular people’s living rooms, in train stations and on the street. I found the “something more” within me and can comfortably share about it today. My inner guidance tells me I can.
Have you been listening to your intuitive side, your inner guidance, the voice that whispers in your ear? What does it say?