Journal of a Psychic by Sharon Renae

There is a space within my world where spirit intertwines itself between dimensions. To me it is a constant state of presence, where to others it may even be non-existent.

Until I was 27, I didn’t come to understand this space was one I shared alone or with a select few. I thought all of the things I saw were visible to all. It was in that year I began to understand that my normal were perceived by others to be gifts or curses.

I didn’t just wake up one day and think to myself, “gee it would be fun to be a psychic, intuitive, medium or whatever you call it,” I realized it was who I was.

There are constant accusations where others frequently accuse me of being greedy, losing my spirituality, and last but not least working with the devil.

Sometimes it doesn’t bother me at all and sometimes I allow it to bother me. I hold back this strong need to explain all the aspects of how my life is lived, and how much energy it takes doing what I do, how much of my day is actually spent talking to the Divine energy I refer to as God. Yet, I still stand in judgement of someone, them knowing better than I where my true intent and actions lie.

I thought in this article I might shed light on my work through some of my daily experiences.

Soul Readings to me are a very spiritual process and I find they are more difficult and take more energy when the person does not understand their own soul connection. When they are stuck in survival or selfishness and expect me to gaze into their future and provide them the answers they want to hear. I am connecting to the soul, and the soul is spiritual, pure love and greater than most of us can perceive. I share the information that is coming from the soul and the divinity attached to it. Futures like road trips can be changed based on our free will. I can’t always give the answers a person wants.

I give what the soul wants them to know and understand. I am privileged to see the God within, therefore prior to begining I give thanks to the person for sharing with me, although sometimes the person feels I gave them nothing of value since they did not hear what they wanted.

Contact Readings is where loved ones who have passed come through, to reassure you they still exists and are still a part of your life. These are both beautiful and heartbreaking. I am the recipient of the emotions of the living and the deceased. But, again I can only share what I am being given, not what the other person might want to hear. If the client is pestering me to give the special word - all that does is put me under pressure, because I give what they want me to share, not what the client wants me to share. And often, the deceased is giving in the moment things that cannot be validated until the client leaves. In these I go through peaceful deaths, traumatic deaths, pain, suffering and love. I feel it all. If they struggled with their last breath, I feel it. If 30 people come into one reading, I get 30 different emotions and feelings all unique to those individuals.

If there is someone who hasn’t crossed over and I can’t get them to cross during the session, they usually follow me home and keep my husband up all night. Recently during a long night there were 14 spirits in our bedroom hanging out waiting to be acknowledged.

I recently was asked to help the police in an unofficial capacity, however what is hard to make people understand is I am not that kind of psychic. I can pick it up on my own the victim has to come to me to tell me what happened. If they don’t come, I ain’t gettin’ nothin’. If there is no family or loved one they have to share a message with they don’t come. So you could say this process was not successful, however, you never know what happens if family comes to make a connection and still the victim may not give the circumstances of the death.

Then there is what happens all on its own accord because of the connection I have and for whatever reason I have it. The ghosts that come out of the closets so to speak, needing reassurance and hope.

And the most recent of what I regularly experience. My husband and I were in Disney World for Thanksgiving with our two youngest children, ages 16 and 17.

We had just made it into our teacups on the Madhatter Teacup ride and I became acutely aware of the transition of life. It is something I feel within the depth of my bones, my soul and my heart. In the teacup just behind my husband, I watched as a husband held his wife’s face between his hands, looked at her so lovingly, his eyes misted. I could hear him ask if she was okay, or if she wanted to go, she smiled, and shook her head, that she was in it for the duration. Two young enthusiastic daughters sat across from them about the ages of 5 and 9.

The wife/mother’s aura was faint, and for me had signs of apparent illness. As I watched one of Gabriel’s Angels, (yes, one of Gabriel’s) appeared behind her and lightly touched her temples, sending a glittering display of light in and around her, and in that same moment, angel’s for each family member appeared sending light and love to this family. I felt once again my life had been blessed, with the knowingness and the privilege of what Divinity truly means.

Gabriel’s Angel looked me in the eye, in the heart and soul, and I knew this was this family’s last vacation together. Being who I am, I ask, “isn’t there hope?” She responded, “there is always hope, but as you know, what is, is.” Then for me that feeble cry, of truly believing in free will and our own divine power, “but there is hope?” She smiled, and knew I understood. I know she will leave this life, the husband who cherishes her and wants to keep her safe. The children that now laugh across from her unknowing the amount of energy she uses to give them this memory, an act of love. This is how she wants her family to remember her. The gift she wants to give them, the legacy of laughter and joy that will remain somewhere within them if they choose to hold on to it.

That night, it was my prayer for her family, that her children and husband would remember what they lived with her on that trip. They would remember the joy of life and how important it is to live it. And I gave thanks to them for reminding me that each moment is to be treasured, lived and loved.

I do what I do because I want people to know there is much more to our life than struggle, drama and heartache. I want people to come to understand life is forever and we have such great power within us, if we listen to our divine self we can be peace-filled and happy. I want people to know how precious they are. That they are significant and they matter, that their soul yearns to set them free if they would only allow it.

Sharon Renae is a professional psychic with over forty years of applied experience.  She has a passion for life and creativity.  She is a minister of Divine Thought, a workshop facilitator, a published author, and a self proclaimed bohemian artist.  She enjoys living life with passion and joy and hopes to empower others to believe in themselves, their goals and their dreams.  She believes life should be lived, not feared.

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