When I let people know that I’m a medium – that I connect people with their loved ones in spirit – one of two things happens. Either they lean in with interest, “Wow, really? Is that stuff real? What’s it like?” or they glaze over, try to look polite, and back away as quickly as possible.
I get that. Despite the incredible popularity of TV shows featuring well-known spirit communicators like The Hollywood Medium, The Long Island Medium and Monica the Medium, mediumship is just not a topic that people are comfortable with. “I talk with dead people” is simply not something you want to say if you’re trying to make people feel at ease.
Unfortunately, mediumship and mediums have long been synonymous with fraud, crystal balls, and hogwash destined to empty the wallets of the well-intentioned. I remember a little house on the side of the road near where I used to live, with a hand painted sign that read: “Sister Sophie – Palm Reader”. Nobody wants to be Sister Sophie. And certainly, nobody would want to be seen slipping into that house.
In the last 20 or 30 years, mediumship has been routinely packaged together with crystals, yoga, chakras, and all manner of New Age woo-woo from unicorns to space aliens. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love purple sparkles as much as the next person, yoga would do me a world of good, and crystals can be astonishingly beautiful, but they really have nothing to do with what happens in my work.
The desire to make a connection with our loved ones who have passed on is about as down to earth as it gets. This desire doesn’t require any particular lifestyle or belief system, nor does it call for props of any kind. It is simply the ache of the human heart to reach out once again and embrace the one who has gone home and left us here, missing them.
The vast majority of mediums are just regular people like me. We go to work, feed the dog, and we get aggravated when we’ve left the car windows open and it rains. The heart of a medium is about service and the work of helping people heal. It’s very much a down to earth practice, here in the trenches of life, where there is heartache, confusion, and longing. It’s humbling and inspiring work.
From where I sit during a “reading” (I am not fond of that word) it isn’t nonsense. It’s not “rigged”, I haven’t googled you, and I’m not guessing based on something you’ve said. I’m reporting what I’m seeing, hearing, and feeling. It’s not a matter of “belief” in any way. It is as straightforward and real as turning on the television.
Why is mediumship so uncomfortable for us to talk about? Before you give a knee-jerk reaction, give it some thought. It’s a juicy question. I’d love to hear your insights in the comment section below.
ZenDoe Linda Frank