So after a couple of months of working steady as a part-time psychic, I decided to come out. This is not unlike the “coming out” that has long been a right of passage (or terror) that the LGBT community has had to endure. In both cases it involves timing, faith in your loved ones and, occasionally, cocktails.
You have to understand, that even though I had seen and sensed this new psychic “thing” coming a long way off, no one else had. In fact, given all of my recent professional accomplishments and accolades, believing that I was all of a sudden talking to dead people and disincarnate beings was going to be hard for many people to take. So, naturally, I felt that the best course of action to keep friends and colleagues on a strict need-to-know basis. I came to this conclusion, in part, because I had already tried breaking the news to a few of my closest friends – with mildly disastrous results. Their reactions ranged from stunned stares to “we are definitely not drunk enough for this.” I really can’t blame my lovely left-brained friends. At least they didn’t run away screaming.
It wasn’t long after I made the “need-to-know” rule that suddenly it seemed everyone needed to know. One afternoon I found myself alone with one of my colleagues when I began hearing messages for her. Very clear, very loud, very pointed messages. I had to tell her.
Not even twenty minutes later, my mom called asking me if I knew a good psychic. I thought she was joking.
Thirty minutes later, an old friend emailed me regaling his bizarre experience with a palm reader in Manhattan. The first line of his email read, “I’m not sure why I’m telling you this, but….”
Clearly the Universe was having a laugh at my expense. My Intention, I thought, had been clear: only tell those who needed to know. To me, this meant “only tell people who would be open to the idea of their friend/colleague/family member being a psychic.” I thought I would know best to “pre-screen” all those who needed to know. I was afraid of the judgment, the ridicule, and being cast off into the same category as Dionne Warwick’s Psychic Friend’s Hotline. (I know that I get on 1-900 psychics a lot, and sure some them are gifted, but many are not. And now, these hotlines have made it into the common lexicon as something not to be trusted. So, naturally, I like to keep my distance.) By me calling the shots, it meant I could hold the don’t-need-to-knows at a safe distance and remain (somewhat) comfortable with my new talents.
But no matter what I thought I said to the Universe, no matter what I thought my initial intention was, it was obvious that was not what the Universe heard. To the Universe, “need-to-know” meant, “tell the people who need to hear message and need guidance.” Well, that was 180 degrees different then what I had originally meant.
So this brings me to my point. Lightworkers (psychics, mediums, healers, intuitives, etc.) can not hide their light and can not hide their true selves. It might be your preference to keep certain gifts from certain people, but those who need you will find you.
“You are the light of the world. A city set on a hill cannot be hidden. Nor do people light a lamp and put it under a basket, but on a stand, and it gives light to all in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father who is in heaven.” Matthew 5:14-16
Yes, I know that’s a Bible verse, but its some of the best advice I can give here. Don’t hide your light under a bushel, so to speak. And why you want to? Being your authentic self is far better and take far less energy than parading around disguised as someone else.