Updated: Nov 9, 2021
As an empathic psychic medium who comes from a long line of empathic psychic mediums, I am often invited to participate in investigations at a variety of reportedly haunted locations. These are wonderful opportunities to go into some amazing homes, businesses, and heritage sites where I get to delve into the histories and mysteries of people, events, and places. I get to explore from a perspective that is not accessible to everyone and touch the energies of the past while listening intently to the whispered stories and heart-felt emotions contained in the walls and floorboards of these mystical places. I go to these investigations "blind" with no advance information to influence my thoughts, and I openly say, “I got nuttin” if I am unable to sync with the vibrations of a place.
One hot, sticky summer I was invited to participate in an investigation at an unknown location with a well-known psychic. I have to admit – I was a bit of a fan-girl. I could not wait to meet this person, to work with them, to be on their radar. I was honored to be included in this by-invitation-only event. I felt like a little kid about to embark on their first trip to Disneyland and Micky Mouse knew I would be there.
But then, three nights before the investigation, I had a dream. I was standing in a huge though dilapidated mansion at the bottom of a grand curving staircase. The wallpaper was ripped, curling, and disintegrating on the dreary beige walls. I could smell the musty odors of long forgotten parties and feel the coolness of the energies in the space swirling around me. Just as I was about to step upon the first tread of the stair and tune into the distant mumbles of the past, the celebrity psychic walked up behind me and started behaving in ways that did not resonate with me. I was taught to be respectful of the environment, the potential energies, and act as an invited guest. But this person came in demanding and insisting that the energies respond to their commands. I felt they were disrespectful of my process as they began disclosing things I had been unaware of. In this moment I could feel my body collapse within itself. I felt betrayed and invalidated.
In the dream I went to our trusted Lead Investigator to express my concerns. My views were supported but nothing was done to stop or alter the situation. I don’t know what I expected the Lead to do, but I was hurt and furious. I found myself in this dream yelling and screaming and stomping my feet. I was disillusioned by this Super-Hero-Psychic. I was disenchanted with my Lead Investigator. I was saddened by my own reaction, bad behavior, and unprofessional conduct, but felt justified as I simply could not tolerate the performance that was taking place.
I woke up with a jerk and had tears running down my cheeks. I knew what I had to do but was devastated nonetheless. I called the Lead Investigator of our long-standing Team and let him know that I would not be able to join the investigation. I explained why and shared that I had to honor the messages I received even if it meant missing out on something I desperately wanted to experience.
The Lead Investigator was shocked, knowing how much I had been looking forward to working with this particular person, but understood my misgivings.
The night of the investigation, I sat in my sacred space and meditated. I knew I had made the right decision, but I was throwing myself a pity party as well. It was not my finest hour as I began to doubt my interpretation of the dream and hasty choice to bow out of the investigation.
The next day, I received not one, not two, but three phone calls from people in attendance at this investigation. It seems this acclaimed psychic had done some advanced research and began stating information that, in fact, was from a book written about the location that had been deliberately falsified. The psychic pretended to be receiving information that, in fact, did not exist. The ethics and integrity were in question and my team-mates said they were glad I was not there to witness the downfall of someone whom I had respected. I was grateful I had listened to my inner voice, but still carry the disappointment of a hero being knocked off a pedestal, and the sadness of not seeing, feeling, and experiencing that grand curving staircase.