I am not really even sure where to begin, so I guess I’ll start by saying I grew up in a very spiritual household. I was brought up in the Catholic faith, going to a Catholic school, and went to church every Sunday. Prayer for me wasn’t foreign and something that became part of my daily routine. As a kid I didn’t fully understand the power of prayer and intention, but there came moments in life where I knew I needed something greater than the reassurance of my family and friends, so I found myself always turning to God.
Fast forward to about 3-4 years ago was another time in my life where I found myself again leaning more into my faith. Nothing traumatic happened, but for whatever reason I began experiencing feelings and emotions that were not normal for me, almost like they weren’t mine. I have been told my whole life I am an empath so perhaps that made sense? As a psychiatric nurse for over 15 years, I have given myself the grace to acknowledge some of these heavy emotions were likely a direct result of some pretty heart breaking cases, and from processing my own personal experiences, but the intensity of how much I was feeling did not feel right. There were stretches of weeks (my poor husband) where I would just feel off. Feelings of guilt would surface over and over because life wasn’t horrible for me. God had given me exactly everything I ever prayed for as a little girl. He gave me the most amazing husband, 3 beautiful children, a stable career and an extensive network of family and friends that support me like no other. Despite this though, I still felt like something was missing. I began praying, going to church sometimes twice a week asking for clarity on why I felt the way I did, and more importantly how to manage it. The more I prayed the more I got messages, like an inner voice (which was more like a feeling and knowingness) that I needed to “do the work.”
I found myself learning as much as I could about meditation, I mean I would recommend mindfulness to patients in distress all the time so I thought, why not try it more myself. After I saw the benefits of quieting my mind, and training myself to simply notice my thoughts and feelings without attaching judgement to them, I was amazed at how it helped shift the energy inside me. I felt compelled to even complete a mindfulness and meditation teaching program with a big goal to teach, especially young kids, a set tools they can use to deal with difficult emotions. After completing the course, I once again got the feeling that I needed to keep going – to do more work.
This is where things began to turn, and unfold so quickly for me. I found myself stumbling across more courses and became more intrigued about energy healing. Energy healing for me was a bit hard to wrap my head around given my role as a nurse in the traditional western medicine world, but the more I learned about it, the more it resonated with me as a safe and alternative way of healing. I completed multiple programs and even got my Usui Reiki Master certificate, yet to me I knew I was still not done learning.
Then one day, while in deep meditation and prayer, I began receiving messages, again through a feeling and knowingness. Time and time again every time I got silent and in prayer I would receive these intuitive hits. Being freaked out about what was happening, I knew I had to speak with my cousin Marie Miranda who is by the way a medical medium, and one of my spiritual mentors. She told me things I knew to be true for me, but more shockingly told me I was beginning to develop my intuitive gifts. I sat on this for a bit, I mean I have had many people throughout my life including my kids say “how did you know that was going to happen” or “you always said that would happen” and my response would always be “how did you NOT know?” Looking back I now recognize that as I meditated more, shifting stagnant energy like I learned, I began raising my vibration, therefore becoming a clear channel to receive divine guidance. As the weeks went by, the amount of intuitive messages I received significantly increased, not only during meditation and prayer but in the middle of the day, out of nowhere, and for other people.
Then another huge turning point for me was coming across Julie Jancius Angels and Awakening Podcast. I binged her show, finding that her content completely resonated with me, and I found comfort in knowing she was also raised Catholic. I completed her Angel Reiki program which focuses on channeling God energy for healing by using your own intuitive gifts. Combining all of my experiences, trainings, daily prayers and meditation, this spiritual journey has helped me uncover parts of myself I knew deep down were always there, and needed to be explored for my own healing, and I know I am meant to help others this way.
So where does all of this leave me in terms of being Catholic? I mean mediumship? Yah not something you would say out loud to a Christian family. All I know is that I still pray to the same God I have always known and prayed to since I was a little girl. That has not changed. If anything I feel closer to God and because my intentions only come from place of love, I firmly believe that I have been guided to do this work.