was coming out of my deep sleep with an awareness that I have a talent.
I knew things other people didn't.
And it was something to be ashamed of, at least that's what was projected by the adults around me.
I had just assumed, in my little four year old brain, that everyone knew what I did.
That in fact, was the first big FAT lie my brain told me.
I honestly didn't know "who was talking." Didn't understand, nor think it could have been, someone, something, outside of my Self.
I know a lot of stuff that people either really LIKE or they don't. But once I share it, they know it, and it's nearly impossible to ignore.
There are plenty of OTHERS who have skills and talents that mimic mine. I can hear things, see stuff, know and understand, as though I've watched the movie, read the book, and am simply describing the details. From MY OWN PERSPECTIVE, of course.
Because that is what makes a MEDUIM unique.
One person "sees" a black hole, a dark space, a seeming ending. They declare it a death, a short life, cancer, the END. Whereas, more often than not, I relate it to a door that closed and that individual clearly has a choice. They can shut down, shut off, become complacent or give up, committing creative suicide and STOP.
OR
They can move into a very different, unique understanding that this IS another CHANCE. A way of breaking free and shunning the past FULLSHIT (Bull and Full Of combined) that they'd taken on, typically as a youngster, and ran with it like a lifesaver instead of second-guessing, thinking for themselves that maybe, just maybe THAT PERSON WAS WRONG ABOUT THEM. The label didn't fit but they squeezed-into it anyway. And made it work, until it doesn't any longer.
It's time to make a choice.
Own up to your STUFF (could very well mean your extraordinary talents) or get out.
It's really that simple.
Are you still confused?
Tune-in tomorrow and we'll continue the conversation.
I promise.