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.