I've been in a few closets in my life, some of which have had "under construction" and "WARNING Do not enter!" signs hung on their doorknobs. Ironically, of all the closets I've been in, my "I'm a Psychic Medium" closet was the hardest for me to step out of.
I am what you call a generational psychic. My grandma Rodriguez was a powerful intuitive healer ( Curandera ) . When I was around six months old, I got really sick, and my grandmother told my mother that I had been afflicted by mal de ojo, also called evil eye. She rubbed an egg over my body then cracked the egg into a bowl and placed it under my crib. The next day the egg was cooked, and I was healed. How lucky was I? I mean it's not every day you get your very own Curandera rubbing an egg on you to remove bad juju.
Now, you would think with a grandmother like that, I would have easily moved into the world of Mediumship. Not so much. We moved to upstate New York to be closer to my mother's second husband when I was a child. Let's just say I didn't exactly "blend in." I always felt like the only chocolate-covered raisin in a bowl full of yogurt-covered rains. I just wanted to fit in. I wanted blonde hair, blue eyes, and a name like Mary or Susan. I certainly did NOT want to be empathic and psychic.
My first recollection of my ability was at the age of four. I remember standing in line with my mother at the store and being pulled to look at a woman in the line next to us. I began to cry and told my mother that that lady was really sad; her husband is mean to her. Taken aback, my mother responded with, "Stop that, you'll make a scene." So began my life as a closet psychic. I pretended I didn't see spirits, auras, and dream about things that came true.
Thanks to a health scare in 1998, I entered my destiny through the back door. I had been experiencing pain in my head for a few months. An MRI revealed lesions on my cerebellum, and doctors delivered a diagnosis of, "you may be in the early stages of MS."
Wow, I was so hoping to hear, "you suffer from migraines; here is your medication." A friend suggested I try some energy work, also known as Reiki. I gained such a sense of peace and openness after my first session. That peace carried over into the next day, and as the doctor extracted fluid from my spine, I began to float outside my body. While hovering above my body, I heard a voice ask, "Is this what you want?" This was clearly not a multiple choice question, and I felt my NO with every fiber of my being. I told the doctor that I was NOT going to have this, that I knew the test for MS would come back negative.
That health scare helped me remember who I was and what I was meant to do. I am so blessed; as a Psychic Medium I get to help people heal, to remember who they are, and more importantly, who they were meant to be. I look forward to sharing some of those experiences with you weekly.
Psychic Medium Delphina, a Chicago-based lesbian, is starting a regular column in Windy City Times. See Spiritguiding.com or email questions to: spiritguiding@gmail.com .