Oh My G-d, I’m A Psychic by Cheryl Dusty
This article was birthed out of the response to an email to
a new friend on Keen.com that is a ghost buster. She was wondering
if I’d always known that I was psychic?
Hmm, that got me thinking about the 1st memories that I had
and when it all started. It also seemed that if she was interested
in knowing, that you might be too.
“I hope you don't mind that I use your name instead of ghost
lady?? (I did look your book up and have ordered
my very own copy) (no I certainly didn’t ask her to send
me one!) Hopefully, you will get to know others on Keen also
as I have. It's been a rather wonderful experience for me.
All of the readers here on Keen use someone else to read for
them. That's how we ultimately meet other readers.” (I
have been often asked about knowing things for ourselves.
I have been warned often of danger, knowing someone was trying
to contact me, having my own paranormal experiences, ect.
But when it comes to doing a reading about myself, my future,
a problem I’m having, oh no. We’re just emotionally
too close to the situation and the results are far too skewed.
For this, someone else has to read for me ) “Each of
us seems to connect and make friends with certain others and
the circle grows. I love that. It feels to me like such divine
purpose moving in that process. I hold a very deep seated
belief that those of us who are doing this type of work, regardless
of areas of specialty, are here at this time for a very specific
purpose. We are here as healers and to prepare others for
the changes that will ultimately come to Mother Earth. I also
think that the friendships we form among each other serve
a very specific purpose: that many times our gifts can make
us feel different or isolated at times, and we are here to
support each other in learning more, refining our own gifts,
and as supports for our everyday lives. That we refer people
to each other as part of a divine purpose that connects specific
souls, and that we help others become aware of their own gifts,
or at least the knowledge that it exists, is usable, and is
important. Does that make sense?” (you will find another
wonderful explanation in Doreen Virtue’s “Lightworkers
Way” about the gifts that come to those of us who have
lived very difficult childhoods)
“I'm not sure where all that came from, but it seemed
that I was supposed to share that with you!"
I consciously remember having my 1st "paranormal" experience
when I was about 7. By that age, although I didn't know it
at the time, I was having "fantasies" that turned out to be
very specific emotional and visual memories of my most recent
past life. Eventually, I met that same man at age 29, married
him 60 days after we met, and were married for 16 years.”
(that makes me think of a term I hear used by many of you:
“soul mate”. This term is not as Hollywood or the
music industry romanticizes. A soul mate is simply another
soul that has agreed “on the other side” to come
here and take part if lessons for your life, or lessons for
theirs. It is an emotional “growth thing” or healing
thing, versus a romantic “mean to be” thing.)
“The 1st gift that I was aware of was being an empath.
(An empath is someone that soaks up other peoples feelings
and emotions like a sponge. I was just always referred to
as a “very sensitive child”. (I was the kid that
might get picked on, got my feelings hurt easily, was very
adept musically and learned new instruments easily, loved
animals, and loved
to sing.)
By the time I was in the 1st or 2nd grade, I had known and
warned my parents the night that my grandfather died and the
night that we watched a plane go down from our back windows
in our house, within about 3/4 of a mile from our home. Scared
the hell our of me! (I just woke up crying and didn’t
know why) And it goes on and on, including stuffing it down
for years. (You try to fit in with others who don’t feel
like you do) The man that I'm married to now is one that I
dreamed of since childhood, and although I so vividly remember
the reoccurring dream, I did not physically recognize him
or my ex husband as being the same people until much later.
Strange, huh?” (sorry, update: wrote that when I was
married to him for 16 years, but our lessons were complete and
it was time for me to move on)
I remember hearing voices of a woman calling for help, seeing
what I now know were spirits at different times, and knowing
that I could communicate with Mary and an angel. But you learn
very quickly, unless you happen to be from a very open household,
that you don’t talk about these things, and that they
are written off as imaginary friends. So I immersed myself
in reading. That was my escape from the constant chatter in
my head, and the feelings I didn’t know what to do with.
Where I grew up, in the outskirts of Houston, we were not
yet in the city, and the bookmobile came to a local shopping
center every 2 weeks. I can remember that you were allowed
to check out 14 books at a time, maximum, and that I did this
for at least the summer when I was not in school.
I remember that I loved horses more than life and felt that
I could talk to them and the dogs and other animals in the
woods around our house. That was ok until my mother caught
me with a baby chicken sleeping close to my neck at night,
and gave the chicken away. That was a great loss for me at
the time. Boy, what a kid.
I’ve moved many places in my life, and had many “different”
experiences in my life. Most were very difficult learning
lessons. I was a widow at 21 and didn’t remarry until
10 years later.
At the time I became a widow, I left God completely, angry
and disillusioned because my late husband had committed suicide.
Several years later, a very wise and loving mother of someone
I had a difficult relationship with, convinced me that there
was more to the story of God, and back to church I went. But
this time with a mission. To discover what my truth of God
and Spirit would be. I visited different churches, temples,
talked to people and to ministers, Zen masters, Rabbi's and
Muslim families. I read and read and read. Every thing from
philosophy, sociology, biology, Eastern religions, psychology,
criminology, scientology, and more. And one day I discovered
that I didn’t have to say a “preset” prayer
for someone to hear me. I could talk it, think it, sing it,
love it. It all went to the same source. It was G-d, Mohammad,
Buddha, the Great Spirit, Father, Mother, spirit, the Angels.
They all heard and they all could and would respond if I became
quiet enough to listen and hear.
I heard it in my ears, in my head, in my gut, in my heart,
in my animals, in mother nature, and through people. I became
a sponge and alive again.
I stumbled, I fell, I cried, and I listened. But it was not
until I took a step in faith and followed what they told me,
that the pieces all began to come together and the “connection”
was truly reestablished. That didn’t happen until I was
45 years old.
I had gone into therapy at 40 because I had hit emotional
bottom, joined Al-Anon and listened to the people who had
walked the path before me. At 44/45, I went back to school.
At 47, I followed an opportunity and moved from Georgia to
Minnesota so do a 13 month post grad study in addictions.
“I moved north to go to school and do a 13 month post
grad study in addictions at Hazelden, the oldest rehab center
in the U.S. I found this wonderful little St. Croix Valley
9 miles away, bought a house, and stayed to set up my fledgling
counseling practice. The particular energy here brought my
gifts back to life with a life of their own! Although I love
it here, I know that I will not ultimately stay here, but
head toward Sante Fe, New Mexico. I've been working toward
that for the last 10 years.” (hmmm, update, the
Angels must have had different plans for me: I made it to
Sante Fe, but not to live. Instead, I met my current husband,
who is from New Mexico, and has strong family ties in Sante
Fe)
After I finished school and the trauma of a very abusive learning
system, (I had been told that it took most people 6 months
to a year to get “back to themselves” after the
13 month experience of being torn apart and then not exactly
put back together again), I discovered that I could actually
have much more dynamic conversation with my Angels. I had
certainly never thought of being a professional psychic. I
found teachers and encouragement along the way, and now, at
49, feel the need for another teacher in my life, feeling
that there is another level I am supposed to move to. We all
continue learning, if we’re smart, and when the student
is ready, the teacher appears. The universe doesn’t move
you on to new things until you’re ready, not afraid,
and open to the experience. The Angels have guided me this
far, and I have no doubt, will continue to do so. My part
is to be open, accepting, and to trust. They do the rest.
We all indeed have psychic abilities. Those abilities can
be nurtured and grow. Not all of us are on the path to become
a psychic. I certainly never knew that I was, and until “the
guys” (that’s how I think of them, although I don’t
believe they actually have a gender) laughingly told me to
hold on to my hat, and put it in my path the very next day.
Yes, even Angels have a sense of humor. We just have to remember
that if it doesn’t feel good, it’s not coming from
our angels and it’s not in our highest and best interest.
If you too feel the call to learn about yourself and your
psychic abilities, you will find more information available
here. I do encourage you to work on and work out the emotional
issues that may not be healed in your life first. Find a good
counselor. Read, read, read. And know that just because you
read the books, doesn't mean you've necessarily done the
healing work!
With being a psychic comes the responsibility to be as healthy
mentally, spiritually, and physically as you can be so that
you can be an example to your clients. During calls with my
clients, I am also happy to recommend great reading to further
your path and your goals.
I look forward to hearing from you soon!
Cheryl Dusty
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