What Happens When a Licensed Real Estate Agent Comes Out of the Psychic Closet?

I guess I am about to find out.

It’s true that I am a medium and psychic.  There—I’ve said it and the cat’s out of the bag (or the closet)!  Just for your general information on the subject all mediums are said to be psychic but not all psychics are mediums.  Not every psychic is able to communicate with individuals who have passed.  Over the years I have increased my abilities to include past life readings, Psychometry, and holding a space for healings.  (Just for the record I don’t have the power to heal.  I am a vehicle through which the healing energy passes).

Now for as long as I can remember I connected with people who had crossed over to the other side.  As a small child I remember hearing and seeing things that would frighten most other kids.  I seemed to always feel protected—as well as different.  I knew things before they happened.  I felt uncomfortable in certain places without being able to explain what I was feeling.  Then in college I signed up for a philosophy course in which the textbook we used was written by Dr. Edgar Mitchell (astronaut and founder of The Institute of Noetic Sciences).  The book was originally written in 1974 and has since been re-released.  It is entitled, “Psychic Exploration:  A Challenge for Science”.  It was during that class that I realized I had experienced most of the topics it covered except for an out of body experience.  My professor was so intrigued with my experiences that he used me as a case study for a paper he was writing.  All of these events from childhood leading up to that time seemed quite normal for me.  When I finally realized other people were writing about the same encounters it made me sit up and take notice of the world in a new light.

I saw my first apparition at age 11 but never dared to tell anyone about it—including my family.  It was a vision of a nun hovering in the corner of our living room dressed in white and holding a black book draped with rosary beads.  I had awoken during the night to use the bathroom and had to pass from my bedroom through the living room and into the kitchen.  I remember I was paralyzed in tracks!  I was frozen and stood there for the longest time before turning around jumping back into bed!  The nun was not wearing the usual Sister of Charity clothing I was used to seeing in the Diocese in which my church stemmed from.  I remember how strange it was.  The vision remains as clear to me today as it was back then.  Many years later when I was about 17 and visiting with my very Catholic uncle I decided to tell him about this experience from my childhood.  Now my uncle was a strict Catholic, a member of the Knights of Columbus and extremely religious.  Somehow I was compelled to tell him about my experience.  His reaction was not at all what I had expected.

He looked at me and paused for a moment.  Then he told me about my great aunt who was a nun living in Italy and had died at a young age.  Other than that he didn’t know too much about her, however, it did open up a conversation that I could not believe I having with my very strict uncle.  My own dad had died when I was 11 and neither he nor my Mom ever talked about any great aunt who was a nun.  I am certain my Mom didn’t know too much about my dad’s family since they were all still living in Italy.  I was the last child born to my parents (my oldest brother was 21 when I arrived) and my Dad and I didn’t have too much interaction back then.  So you can rule out any conversations about this great aunt from other sources.  My dad and his brother were the only siblings living in the United States.  It was during this conversation that my uncle began to tell me about some very interesting experiences of is own while he was visiting a gravesite as a young boy.  I will never forget how stunned I was to hear this coming from him.  He was the last person I thought I could confide in.  I was afraid to open myself up to his criticism and judgment.  But after I did I remember feeling a connection with him that I had never felt before.

Many, many years later on a trip to visit my family in Italy my brother translated the story of my vision into Italian for my aunt (my dad’s sister) after dinner one evening.  She didn’t seem to think I was crazy either and the following day we headed to the mausoleum where my great aunt (the nun) was put to rest.  Apparently she died in her early 20s from a heart ailment and lived in a convent until her early death.  In retrospect I think she appeared to me to help begin my journey into mediumship.  I now understand that the conversation I had many years before with my uncle was validating my abilities.

I was raised in a Catholic home and went to a Catholic grade school and high school.  I always felt like a brown pair of shoes on a black tuxedo (to coin a phrase from the late comedian, George Gobel if any of you remember who he was).   I do remember one time my classmates and I having a séance during gym period in high school!  All of this seemed to flow as naturally for me back then as it does now.

My kids and my family have gotten used to living with someone like me.  It is part of their everyday lives.  They have never questioned my abilities and in fact in certain instances it has even helped them.  Still many people including some of my friends don’t know about my special talents.

About four years ago I joined a group comprised of other gifted individuals and I was finally able to let my inhibitions fall away and allow my talents to expand.  This experience has literally changed my life and increased my awareness in ways I never thought possible.

So this morning while I was getting ready to head into the office I had this thought come into my mind.  I need to open myself up and reveal my abilities in order to continue to further develop my gifts and talents--even at the risk of being criticized and   judged.  I need to own up to the truth of who I really am regardless of anyone’s reaction or skepticism.  It’s none of my business what people think about me anyway!

How does this fit into my real estate career?  I can’t answer that question just yet.  Many clients might pull away from me because they don’t understand the psychic world.  People are afraid of the unknown and in certain instances it even shatters their beliefs.  I did not have a positive experience in Catholic school but in spite of that I always knew that I was guided by God. (This is my belief and I don’t judge people by what they believe).  Let me just say that I am more spiritual now then ever before.  I don’t like to use the word “religious” because religion to me is politics.  For me spirituality is your connection to your Creator, God, Universe or whatever word you use to describe your belief in a higher power.  I remain a highly spiritual person and practice my own daily connection to that higher power through prayer and meditation each and every day.  I have coined the phrase, “Coffee with the Creator” to describe my personal morning ritual.

Can I blend mediumship with real estate?  Maybe.  In certain houses I can feel stagnant energy as well as old energies that need to be cleared.  In fact, there are times when one a spouse does not really want to sell their home.  This is a tricky situation and while I am a medium I don’t do marriage counseling!  What I can do is contact that person’s higher self and see I can find out what is causing the fear of selling.  Sometimes, it could be an experience from a past life or a trauma that been hidden away.  While I don’t want to be considered as “the real estate psychic” I am going to trust that my talents as a medium and psychic are well received and perhaps even blended with my real estate career.  Three things can never be hidden—the sun, the moon and the truth.

And remember—your loved ones who have passed are watching over you.  You are never truly separated from them.