It’s really interesting being a psychic in western culture. I love J.K. Rowling’s creation of the Harry Potter world, including the word “ Muggle” to describe non-magical people. I’m a hereditary psychic, my grandmother was very gifted, so my gifts were nothing new for my family. My mother said I was describing my teacher to her almost as soon as I could talk. I started doing medical intuitive readings, along with hands on healing, in my early teens. This was not only accepted, it was a normal thing. I did healing work for my mother, my father ( after his heart attack), a brother, my ex-husband….. my being a psychic has just been a fact of life for as long as I can remember.
Every psychic has different gifts. Some are telepathic. Some are precognitive. Some see auras. I’m a Full Trance Medium, and Clairvoyant Empath. I can see and speak to the dead, spirit guides, my own and other people’s, and empathically feel someone else’s emotions in my own body. My ex loved my work, and at one point asked me to do free psychic readings at our restaurant on Monday nights, when business was slow. I’m also a professional Astrologer, where I do horoscopes.
I find Muggle types pretty amusing, from a distance. They usually don’t find me, because our worlds don’t readily intersect. Occasionally, I’ll encounter one. The conversation goes something like this: Muggle: “ What do you do?” Me: “ I’m an Astrologer “. Muggle “ Do you really believe in that stuff?” Me:” No. I just really enjoy defrauding people.” Muggle: Blinks repeatedly.
They don’t even realize how insulting a question like that is. It’s like talking to someone raised in a cult. All they know is what their available senses tell them. I say available senses intentionally. I got a kick out of that movie, The Sixth Sense, where the kid whispers to Bruce Willis, I see dead people. I was laughing. Thinking, and that’s unusual because, why? We all have the ability to experience so much more of the universe, if we allowed ourselves to. But most people rely on the most obvious senses. How limiting.
Being a psychic means we are aware of, and can fluidly move through, time, space, and dimensions. It’s a Quantum universe, with limitless possibilities. Magic is everywhere. We are aware of the sentience of all living things. We can communicate with anything with a soul: dogs, cats, trees, horses, stones, the earth… anything. I’ve been an animal communicator for most of my life, also. I love how they respond to me when I connect with them, they feel so relieved to be understood. Doesn’t everyone?
It is rare for me to have a negative experience in my life with a Muggle, since people like that don’t seek out psychics. Why would they? Trying to explain what I’m doing or seeing is like trying to explain a sunrise to someone who has been blind from birth. Whenever I’ve attempted it, it has not gone well. I prefer not to have dealings with them in my personal life. What would we talk about? The weather? We really have nothing in common. I live from magic, they live from Earth Plane reality. I deal with the supernatural, they don’t believe in anything they can’t see or touch.
I don’t think less of Muggles. Every soul is where it is in its evolution. All souls are loved, as children of god. I’m not here to make other people uncomfortable, though, and in the end, that’s what happens. And to restore their own sense of comfortability, they’re going to have to attack the cosmic reality I’m representing. Which means they are going to attack me, devalue me, or try to invalidate my position. It’s a lose-lose for everyone involved. I’m not interested in participating in that game. I’m actually relieved when it’s made clear to me what the operating paradigm is.
I love what I do. I always have, and always will. I’m blessed to have daughters who live from magic, a husband who does, and who love me and what I do. A Taoist Master that I consider to be family, and that I’ve been blessed to study with, and share my insights with for 23 years. Native elders who work with me. Dear friends who share this magical journey with me, and accept me for who I am. One dear friend just made his transition last week. He was also a gifted psychic. We laughed, we had a deep love for each other. Aaron, I will miss you every day, my brother. Thank you for almost 30 years of love. I know I’ll be seeing you in my dreams. And for the Muggles out there, the universe is vaster, and far more magical than you know. May this bless all who read it. And to all the Empaths and psychics out there who feel hurt or rejected by Muggles: Don’t. It’s fine. It’s not about you. Really. Blessings, Reverend Judith Star-Medicine