A Psychic’s Limitations & Your Light

Note: This post was written the day after the Sandy Hook school shooting.

” I don’t try much to tap into world events; that’s not something I particularly want to be shown, because what am I going to do about it, you know?”

This was a conversation I had about a week ago with one of my Tarot people. She reminded me there are situations when it could indeed matter–smack! her point hit home–but she seemed convinced in that case, I’d be given the info I needed whether I went looking for it or not.

I wondered if she was right…

I couldn’t help but think of this conversation yesterday afternoon, when I first realized what had happened–the world was mourning the tragedy in Connecticut.

I spent most of the day oblivious: working on that post about Zodiac readings, requesting feedback and setting up a Holiday Specials page. I was thinking about what I needed to change on the site, working up a newsletter, what other gifts or goodies I might offer to my people, and how to improve my business. Mundane matters. I hadn’t spent any time surfing the news or checking Facebook or otherwise interacting with the world.

I had no idea anything might even be amiss, beyond a few moments of idly wondering if or how that Tower I drew for yesterday’s Everyday Tarot column might manifest itself. I hoped it wasn’t connected to my crying jag of the night before. The Tower always makes me nervous.

Some psychic I am.

I’ve had a post half-written, rattling around in my head a while now about how the psychics and Tarot readers and mystics at large just don’t know EVERYTHING. Sometimes, what we’re given via divine grace is SO amazing, so clearly supernatural, that our people expect us to have every single answer. They expect perfection, garnished up at the ready on a silver platter. Failure to serve it up can only mean we’re somehow “holding out.” Lapses of omnipotence must mean we’re not really trying, you know?

No, no, no. I can’t do that. Illustrated in living color, I can’t do that.

This isn’t the post I was planning to write.

I don’t hold myself up as glow-in-the-dark-holy-special. I don’t talk about my great-great-great grandmother handing down the gift of seeing through the veil, near-death experiences altering my DNA or popping out of the womb to be some kind of aura-reading, ghost-befriending infant spiritual prodigy. Like many, I’d explained away most of my own mystical experiences as “coincidence” or “imagination” for most of my life. But they were still there.

That doesn’t make me better or worse than anybody else. I don’t want to stand high above those I serve, teetering upon a shaky pedestal. The ego may dig the attention for a minute–it calms self-doubts I carry in my heart–but the higher the pedestal, the harder the fall. And if you’re honest with yourself, the fall is inevitable.

Instead, I look to walk BESIDE those I work with. I’m a seeker, just like you. Yes, I have innate skills and yes, I’ve worked hard to develop them to the point I can justify charging for their application. But we all have some degree or another of the same gifts. We access those gifts through raising our vibration. I encourage everyone to connect to their own inner divinity. We each have our path, and our job here on earth is to find and follow it as best we can.

Times like this,  the truth becomes even more poignant. NO ONE has all the answers. Nobody has the market cornered on light. But each of us holds a light of our own. Expressing love is the most straightforward way to access the light.

Whatever light you’ve got, please do light your candle by it and step forward. Hug your family and call your friends and do your damnedest to shine that light everywhere you go. As small as it may be, as inadequate as it may seem in the face of great pain, every little bit of it counts. Everyone who speaks and acts in love IS a natural healer. We need you.

Much love.