What you don’t know about me

psychic mediumship Mar 17, 2020

Hey friends.

Full disclosure: I’ve struggled with what to write today. 

Not because I don’t have a lot of things to say… 



No, I was wracking my brain for THE MOST HELPFUL information to share. 

Then I thought, well dang.

You all are already being helped (inundated?) with advice online all-day-long right now. 

What do else do you need? 

Then I realized that I have to just tell you a story.

A true story. 

About me. 

A story I've been wanting to tell you for some time. 




Let's begin. 

So, I'm what you would call a pretty intuitive person. 

I can read people. 

I'm an empath. 

I get FEELINGS about things.

You know. Normal stuff. 

I’ve also always had an internal voice telling me things like:

Don’t forget your umbrella!

You’re going to be late if you don’t leave RIGHT NOW.

Bec! Oven! The cookies are burning!

It's not a critical voice, it's an intuitively helpful one. 

But last year that helpful voice started sounding... different. 

Suddenly I was being told to go to certain places and do specific things. 

Go to this bookstore. 

Go in the front door. 

Turn left. 

Turn right. 

Turn left again. 

Sit down. 

Look to your right. 

Now see that book?

Buy it.

Pretty specific, right? 

Hearing instructions is just one way my intuition guides me. 

Another way my intuition works is when I'm looking around and if my eyes rest on something, it means there's usually some information there that I need to know. 

For example, if I’m going to meet a friend and my eyes rest on a certain book on my bookshelf, it usually means bring the book with you. 

MORE THAN ONCE following my instinct in this way has been right on.

Rewind to March of 2019, I was in the depths of the worst depression of my life.

I felt completely lost, alone, and suicidal. 

I was so low I was scaring my sisters and scaring myself. 

[Side note: Please don't worry. I’m doing so much better now! And it was only a few months later that I realized that it was a med causing me to feel so depressed. Once I figured that out I felt like myself again. There will be a post on this episode in my life because I learned so much from it. Just not now. ]

It was during this time that the helpful instructions and specific insights started getting louder and more insistent. 

Around the same time, I was regularly being startled awake in the middle of the night.

(I was somewhat used to this.)

At least ten years before, I had started to see shadowy figures standing over me and around my bed in the middle of the night.

Terrifying?... You ask? 

Why yes. 


For example, I would wake up and see a dark figure in a top hat standing over me.

I would reflexively arm-windmill backward in fear because WOAH!? WOAH!? WHAT!?

Then the figure would vanish… poof!

Eventually, I would calm down and fall back asleep, chalking it up to weird dreams or night terrors or MAYBE a spirit living in that house.

That incident (with a number of different shadowy figures) happened multiple times over the years.

I'd run through the same routine every time eventually calming down and falling back asleep. 

Then, big life changes happened, we sold that house, and I moved into my current house. 

I started waking up panicked in the middle of the night because there were figures in my room again! 

This house couldn’t be haunted too?

Could it? 

Then other interesting things started happening around this time last year. 

Unbeknownst to me, I had a neighbor die in her home, and I was the only person around to help directly after her family discovered she'd passed (this was the second time this has happened to me with a neighbor passing, strangely enough).

I would meet with friends and they would tell me that their loved one had visited them in their dream the night before.

People started mentioning things about mediums (people who can communicate with spirits) to me over and over again.

I started dating this sweet guy and stayed over at his place one night. 

The next morning he told me that he had dreamed about a family member who had passed. The family member pulled into his driveway and tried to come into the bedroom to say hi.  

In the dream, I reached out with this elasti-girl arm and closed the door on him. Not letting him through. 


One day I was driving around town and I felt this huge intuitive pull to turn my head to the left just in time to see a neon sign saying “PSYCHIC REBECCA" advertising a local psychic. 

Remember that day I went into the bookstore with the explicit instructions to go this way and that way and buy the specific book? 

The book called What the Dead Have Taught Me About Living Well, a book written by a dark-haired woman named Rebecca. 

Rebecca, a woman who just happened to be a psychic medium.

Now I'm no Sherlock Holmes... but I start putting the pieces together and I'm like.... "No a psychic medium?"

*eyes darting back and forth* 

“WHAT is going on here?”

But the synchronicities just kept happening. 

I started reading books and blogs about how to know if you’re a medium or not. 

The figures kept showing up in my room at night. 

The voices were intensifying, but not in a scary way.

In a... HEY! YOU GOTTA LOOK INTO THIS... kind of way. 


I was trying to figure out what to do with my life… what career to focus on… how to pay my bills… etc. 

Ya know. Tangible world life stuff. 

I thought, “I know! I’ll do a tech bootcamp. That’s what all the Gen X liberal arts majors are doing these days anyway.” 

I figured before I jump into that career, I better just rule out all this noise about being a medium first. 

Maybe then I could shelve this whole psychic idea and move on with my life.

So in August of 2019, I signed up for an online workshop run by a psychic medium out of LA who specializes in readings and in training people who want to be mediums.

(Training to be a medium is a thing. Did you know this was a thing? I did not.)

I liked her energy.

She and her business seemed reputable.

And the workshop - For beginning mediums: See what kind of gifts you have! - was fifty bucks.


On the day of the workshop, I signed on, a bit nervous. Not knowing what to expect. 

In the group, there was the psychic medium in charge, three other women all in their fifties and sixties, and me. The three other women had all attended other workshops and were there to hone their skills. 

Everyone introduced themselves.

When they came around to me I literally say, “Hi. I’m Rebecca. I’m from Portland, Oregon. Weird stuff has been happening to me lately. So I’m here.”


The psychic medium proceeded to teach us a grounding meditation and then promptly told us to pick someone in the group because we were going to DO A READING for them. RIGHT NOW.

Say what.

We’re only fifteen minutes in and we’re already going to READ a stranger’s lost loved ones?


I started SWEATING, y'all. 

I said to myself, “Omg. I don’t know what I’m doing. This is MADNESS.”

But what was I going to do... sign off fifteen minutes into this workshop not knowing anything more than when I started?

HELL no.  

I picked one of the women in the group and dutifully followed the meditative sequence.

In my mind’s eye, I saw myself standing in this luminescent, glowing orb (that's the best way I can describe it) in front of a clearing by a dark grove of trees. 

Within moments a few figures entered the space.

I saw a man with salt and pepper hair. Glasses. A younger man with a toothy grin. A dachshund. A swimming pool. A car. Then the younger man pointed to his head. 

We only were doing 6-minute readings so, within moments, we stopped and immediately I said to myself, “Girl. You are crazy. You are just making this stuff up.”

The woman who read for me picked up on an aunt who had passed and maybe a distant relative I didn’t know. (?) I was mostly like... "I don't know... maybe there was a black lab in my life at some point?" It was all a little hazy. 

Then it was my turn.

Cue more sweating.

I apologized first saying “I DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M DOING HERE OKAY,” and then I relayed the details of what I saw so the woman I'd read could confirm or deny it.

The man with salt and pepper hair and glasses? Her Dad.

The younger man? Her brother who was a swimmer and died from a head injury related to a car accident.

The dog? Her beloved pup who'd passed two years earlier. 

I looked up. 

The woman I had just read for sat there silently crying. 

The facilitator looked directly at me and said,

"Rebecca, did you know that you're a medium? Your guides have been trying to get you on this path for a very long time. This is what you're supposed to be doing.”

The other women in the group just stared at me mouths open as I stared back at them completely dumbfounded.

Eventually, I stammered, "Yes.... I... I was starting to get that feeling. But I really didn't know....”

And then I started bawling. 

Because when someone looks at you and says THIS is your path. THIS is what you're supposed to be doing. THIS is the thing and you need to start doing it NOW. 

It's overwhelming.

And relieving...

And also strange...

and confusing...

and exhausting...

and amazing.

I'd been knowing I was supposed to do something for so, so long. I'd tried so many things and yet, I kept having this VOICE say, "You're meant for something else." 

And here it was. Right here. 

The thing my guides and my loved ones had been TRYING desperately to tell me for years... I'd finally figured it out. 

That was August 18, 2019. 

I started doing sessions almost immediately, telling my new clients "Hey! I'm new at this." But the sessions were still so helpful even with me being green.  

I’ve been doing sessions ever since and the connection with the other side has only gotten stronger. I learn more every day. 

This work is a complete honor. 


There is more to this story and I know you have questions.

  • Did the woman tell everyone in the group that they were mediums? No. She coached them and they had some insights, but the readings were very different.


  • Did she sell you on one of her programs after the workshop was over? No, she didn't. I actually had to ASK her for suggestions on what to do with this newly discovered knowledge.


  • Are you pulling our collective leg in order to keep things light because of the coronavirus? NOT AT ALL. This is a 100% true story about my life.


  • Do you always connect with loved ones who have passed over? No, I don't. Often times I get general guidance from spirit on the next steps for whoever I'm reading for. Sometimes I get past life information. Sometimes I get instructions to do energy field clearings. I really do whatever I'm told.


  • What if you're actually channeling something dark? I'm not. I can feel the difference between high and low vibrations and I can feel when something isn't right. I also put protective measures in place before I begin a reading.

  • Did you get a second opinion on whether you're a medium or not? Yes. From all the people I've read for. :)

I actually have so much more to tell you. 

I want to share with you the amazing things I’ve experienced doing sessions for people, the ways my life has changed over the past seven months, the ways these sessions have given comfort, clarity, and healing to my clients, the way I look at life, death, and the afterlife now, the way it feels physically to channel a spirit ... there is so much more to tell. 

But this post is already long and so I’m going to end things here with one final and sincere request. 

This work, along with my Emotional Freedom Technique work, is my business. 

It's a hard time for all of us right now and it's specifically a very hard time to be a small business owner. 

If you’re at all interested in connecting with your spirit guides or loved ones who have passed over, please reach out to me. 

If you know someone who’s looking for guidance or confirmation or validation or connection or peace please encourage them to contact me. 

I meet with people all over the country, I do my sessions online. It makes working under quarantine easy right now. 

And if there's any question, yes it's real. 

I didn't go looking for the ability to channel spirits, it found me. 

I love doing this work. 

It’s incredibly healing for my clients. 

And in this time of low vibration everywhere, it feels really good to be connecting my clients to their higher vibratory beings. 

More stories to come in the future. 

Thank you for reading, 

Until next time.


PS: Do you have any questions? Ask me! This realization was a new, big thing for me and I’m happy to share what I know. Also - if mediumship isn't your thing, that's cool. But if you have something negative to say, say it to your therapist or your journal and not to me. Thank you.

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