My psychic journey began when…

I answered the door.  I was nine years old. 

I was sitting in my parent’s living room in late June.  It was 2:00pm when it began.  I had just finished my Saturday chores.  As I wrapped the vacuum cord around and around the cord corral, I heard someone knock on the door.  I left the vacuum cord alone as I walked toward the kitchen door.  I had an inner knowing that there was an older male behind the door.  I swept the curtain away from the door window to peek at my visitor.   Hmmmm.  Nobody was there; in the physical sense.  I couldn’t SEE anyone, but I could FEEL someone staring back at me.  I closed the door with a confused feeling.  I peeked again out the door window.  Nope.  Nothing.  No one.  Weird.  I swear I just heard three knocks.  Okay.  Whatever.  Moving on.

The next day, again, at 2:00pm: knock, knock, knock on the kitchen door.  This time it got my attention.  Didn’t this just happen yesterday?  I was a little freaked out.  I walked slower to the kitchen door this time.  I wasn’t sure what to think.  As I walked to answer the door, I had a very strong feeling that someone wanted to talk to me.  I felt in my gut that someone was behind that door.  As I tuned into my gut feeling/intuition, I sensed an older male behind the door.  He had a kind, curious energy.  I got a sense that he visited this house often to have coffee with the people inside. Blink.  Blink.  Blink.  I was brought back to my kitchen.  What just happened?  Where did I go?  Yes, I was still physically in my kitchen, but I felt like I was somewhere else when I got the feeling/information/vision of my visitor.   How did I know all of this?  Where was this information coming from?  I didn’t understand at the time, but I simply KNEW it to be true.  I was nine years old.

The three knocks happened day after day after day, always at 2:00pm.  I remember waiting for it.  I remember being afraid of it, until one day, I opened that door.  Again, no physical body was there, but I sensed this older male.  I could see him in my mind’s eye (third eye). Something told me to invite him in. So I did. I swung the door wide opened, gestured with my hand and actually spoke out loud, “Would you like to come in?” After that simple invitation into my home, after that day, the knocking stopped.  Did I just invite these amazing psychic medium gifts into my life by simply opening a door?  Hmmmm.

This experience solidified that I do indeed have special gifts.  But now what? (insert confused face and long pause).  What do I do with these gifts?  I was amazed and a little freaked out.  I mean, I knew I often felt things, saw things, and sensed things, but I never knew there was a name for it. I didn’t really know much at this point.  I was nine years old.  

Even as I type, I can still feel the confusion, curiosity and excitement.  I remember how the confusion turned to understanding; to an inner knowing (intuition) that still flashes back to me as I tune into that day 30 years ago.  I can still hear the cadence of the three knocks.  Three. Simple. Knocks.  

The final push for me to get out there and share these amazing gifts came from my Grandmother, Lorraine.  I was away at college when my sister called to tell me that my grandmother, Lorraine, had died.  I sensed (intuition) that my grandmother wasn’t doing well, but I never told anyone.  She never told anyone. 

After Lorraine died, I noticed that my grandfather, Gordon, was not doing well.  We all noticed.  He had no joy in his life.  He visited my parents home often, twice a day as a matter-of-fact.  He was lonesome.  He often stared out the window for many minutes and never uttered a word.  He was sad all the time, until I told him about my spiritual visit with his beloved wife, Lorraine.  She came to me one day with a very important message; a message that would be life-changing for my grandpa (and for me, little did I know).  Lorraine said,  “Tell him I am fine.  I am safe.  I am happy and healthy.  I am with God.  Tell Grandpa that he needs to move on and be happy.  It’s okay to be happy again.”  I will never forget the conversation I had with my grandma, and that was 20 years ago! 

I held on to the message from my Grandma for many months.  I thought, who would believe me?  I can’t tell anyone I spoke to my deceased Grandma.  They’ll think I’m nuts!  But, this message HAD to be shared.  I finally got the courage to tell my parents.  Much to my surprise, they were floored and very excited about the whole story.  They encouraged me to tell my grandpa.  So I did.  He cried.  I cried.  We all cried.  Something changed in him in that very moment.  Something changed in me, too.  He looked up at me, tears in his eyes, and he was different.  He sat up a little straighter.  I sat up a little straighter.  His smile lines returned and his eyes were brighter.  It was incredible!  We both felt amazing.  What just happened?  What did I do?  I simply told him what my grandmother said and it changed both our lives:  He gave himself permission to let her go and find joy again, and I gave myself permission to use and share my gifts.  I trusted my gut.  I trusted my gift and it was unbelievable!  It was in that moment that I realized, I had a gift that could change peoples lives.   I had a gift that needed to be shared.  Thank you, God!

As the years passed by, Spirit visits occurred more and more.  I learned to listen to them when appropriate.  I also learned to ‘shut-off’ my abilities when appropriate.  As I grew older, my curiosity grew.  I started researching spiritual information and taking courses to help me understand my gifts and how to use them to help others.  I learned what my abilities were called.  In today’s lingo, I am called a Psychic Medium.  I can feel/sense (clairsentience), see (clairvoyance), hear (clairaudience) and sometimes pick up on scents/smells (clairgustance) from Spirits.  I can also feel and read the energy around me. I know things. I understand things that others do not readily connect with. I’ve learned how to tune-in and listen.

Fast forward to today.  My grandfather has since passed away, but he’s still around, pushing me, guiding me, and encouraging me to continue to share my gifts to help others find peace and closure.  He also insists on being the first story in my book…when I get around to writing it.  Here I am.  This is Me!  I am Joni.  I am a Psychic Medium.