How Did I Become A Psychic?
A lot of clients and potential clients ask me questions, such as:
“So, how did you get into this?”
“What’s your story?”
“How exactly can someone become an intuitive?”
I wish there was one situation or dramatic life-changing event that would provide a sweet and simple answer. However, there isn’t. So, let’s start from the beginning.
When I was a little girl I didn’t know what I wanted to be when I grew up. Once, when my parents asked me, I said “homeless.” Yes, really. Of course, like many little girls, I thought about becoming a teacher, but that seemed really hard because people didn’t appear to listen to me when we played “schools”. I therefore quickly gave up on this idea. (When I later became a teaching assistant I found out that many students still don’t often listen). The idea of being a vet stuck for a little while, but I couldn’t imagine being around sick and hurt animals all day. Thoughts like this made me feel physically ill and emotionally very sad.
As an older teenager, I entertained the idea of becoming a nun because I loved the peace and quiet of the chapel, then it occurred to me that I also really (really) enjoyed sex (ha!). The idea of being a fighter pilot crossed my mind too, but I decided that my eyesight just wasn’t good enough. Some time later, during the recession, I remember my Asian tiger mom giving me a hard time, so I thought it would be a great idea to get her off my back by joining the military. However, it was pointed out to me by a former marine friend of mine that a gluten-free selection of food at boot camp probably wouldn’t be readily available. Also, for some odd reason, this was not the career path my mother had in mind for her girl.
Sometimes, even now, I still play the “what will I be when I grow up” game!
In retrospect, during my childhood people who needed help or a listening ear were often drawn to me. If I had a friend who was sad I took it very personally and experienced the sadness with them. I was also incredibly sensitive to animals and their needs, often vocalizing these to their owners. It wasn’t uncommon for me to tell my good Catholic neighbors that I had dead people in my backyard, or that I could see and hear our old piano playing by itself in the living room at night.
According to my parents, when I was very little I would often talk about the deceased people who would come to visit me, or the auras I saw around people. As a teenager, I was often ‘dubbed’ the ‘way too honest for her own good and at times insensitively blunt’ friend by my peers. In high-school, when I was around 17 years old and approaching adulthood, I began to intuitively open up more and lower entities would come to visit me in my dreams. It was a confusing time and I wasn’t really sure what was going on. Often, I had episodes of sleep paralysis and night terrors. The “dreams” were so vivid at times that I would spend a day or two feeling pretty out of sorts. At the time, I didn’t know they were lower entities and chalked them up to night terrors and a product of my imagination.
Throughout most of my childhood and teenage years, I had a gut-feeling that I was meant to do something more, maybe not becoming famous per se, but certainly not necessarily doing what everyone else was doing either. I knew I felt things and viewed things differently by the way I approached problems, dilemmas, or decisions, and just knew that I wasn’t going to do the normal things the way everyone else did them.
However, I still put one shoe on at a time like everyone else and I was just an average run of the mill overly scheduled North Virginian suburban college kid until about 2009.
In Fall 2009, the intuition door was kicked wide open. My dad signed my sister and I up for “Light Worker 1”, an intuition development class conducted by a lady named Linda Schiller-Hanna. Even when we tried to get out of it, my dad just said, ‘no, you are going. I think it will be good for both of you.” When I first met Linda, I felt a strong urge to get to know her better and she later became my good friend and mentor.
I would come to learn after the class that my dad had always been interested in Edgar Cayce, the metaphysical, and also UFO studies. However, he never really shared a whole lot about any of this with us, except Earth Changes. Dad was, and still is, curious about Earth Changes and will talk about it probably more often than we would care to listen to, but that is what dads do!My father would, in time, come to share that he had often been bombarded by spirits while we were growing up, which is why he never slept well and why I probably never slept properly either.
After that class the rest is history. The experience allowed me to open and explore my abilities in a fun and safe way. The puzzling pieces of my childhood and teenage years, my experiences of déjà-vu and the lower entity visits, all suddenly fell into place and made more sense.
Most of my feelings of “being different” weren’t because I was a weirdo after all! I was simply just intuitive.
From there, my fascination and love of all things healing and metaphysical has continued, leading me to the creation of Higher Vibrations LLC two years later. More importantly, I had the unwavering emotional support of handful of special family and friends who supported and encouraged me to continue using my abilities to help others.
To conclude, I don’t get wrapped up in all the how’s of what I do, I just do it, and it comes naturally, plain and simple.
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