I once drove an ambulance through a Wendy's drive-thru and ate my cheeseburger and fries with a dead body in the back of it.
It was Day 3 of a 72-hour shift, and my partner and I were so hungry we couldn't wait anymore. I no longer cared about the guy in the back. I only cared about scarfing down the food and finishing with a chocolate Frosty.
It had rained all Memorial Day weekend, and our County morgue was so full we were having to stack bodies on the floor of the cooler.
Medical examiners were being paged to come in and get going on autopsies to make room for more.
Body after body. Toe tag after toe tag. Infants to Elders and all ages in between.
Why am I telling you this?
Because this stage of my life was when my mediumship abilities were blasted open. I was only 18 years old.
Surrounded by so many souls in various states of acceptance of their death I couldn't block them out.
I had been going to meditation and mind-to-mind energy healing classes, etc. for 2 years by then so I did have help in calling in energies to support those souls in transition and the families in their shock and suffering.
But I wanted nothing to do with any of that and I shut it down hard.
What I didn't have help with was coming to terms with a natural ability and learning to use it.
I didn't understand that by shutting it down, I severed the connection to major parts of myself that I wouldn't recover until decades later.
3 decades later.
By the time I came back to them, my body was collapsing into an autoimmune disorder. Depression was clouding my world. I was having trouble deciding what to do with an alcoholic-addict husband who I deeply loved, and still do, as he was drifting in and out of sobriety.
Life got so "loud" my walls crumbled and the Psychic Mediumship channels opened again and this time I said yes - reluctant but willing.
They'd always leaked out, of course. They made me a great social worker and therapist. They make me a great coach and channeler (even though, in the past, I didn't know I was channeling).
More than that, though, they have set me on a mission to restore normalcy in these realms.
These normal human abilities were brutally stolen from us over hundreds of years, leaving us abandoned and lost from our ancestors, the spirits of the land, and our intimate, energetic connections to each other.
This collective experience of what I lived on an individual level is leaving us vulnerable to addiction exploitation and religious dogma damage.
Suicide rates continue to rise; addictions are encouraged because they make money for those in control, and health care is a joke - don't get me started on the diabetes industry.
It infuriates me to see these abilities that we so desperately need to fully thrive still relegated to the abnormal or floofy woo-woo departments.
I say no to this nonsense.
I've resurrected my Human Design group, Practical Human Design for Amplifying Intuition, and am talking more about these topics through that lens. Human Design is a powerful tool for embodiment, and embodiment reopens the connection to intuitive abilities.
The vagus nerve is the seat of our psychism, and we need to be taking the nervous system more seriously.
So, how did that 72-hour shift end after picking up close to 100 bodies?
As they all did - the next crew came on at 7 am, and we left. We went to our respective homes, put hydrogen peroxide on our blood and shit-stained uniforms, smoked a few more cigarettes, and passed out.
From the point of shut down, the Dead only came to me in dreams, Trees only spoke to me in whispers, and Angels walked beside me, gone invisible to my - determined-to-be-what-I thought-were-normal-human - eyes.
Don't let this be you.
Your intuition is more needed and more valuable than you've ever known.
Own it. Use it. AWAKEN to it.
XO,
LMW
P.S. Here’s a podcast episode about this topic