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I recently had an old friend reach out to me and talk to me about my mediumship.&nbsp; She was actually booking a reading for her MIL and mentioned how it always stuck with her how I "used to see the old woman" in my house when I was growing up.&nbsp; It seems like such a lifetime ago, almost forgetable to me, as if it was never a part of my story.&nbsp; But it is... so I want to share it with you today since it was recently brought back up.When I was little, I'm talking 5 or 6; I could lucidly see an older woman in my bedroom right before bedtime, sitting at the end of my bed.&nbsp; She was real to me.&nbsp; She looked alive -- just like you or me, about the age of 80 years old, give or take a few years.&nbsp; But what looked to me like a grandma just stopping by for a visit; wasn't that at all.&nbsp; I would repeatedly say, "I don't want to go to bed -- I don't want to see that lady."&nbsp; to which my mom would reply -- "oh Meg, you're just dreaming, there is no lady."&nbsp; My mom recalls having conversations with my father about my vivid dreams I must have been having or even at the possibility of actually having a "ghost" in the house.&nbsp; There were other experiences too.&nbsp; Many nights I would be laying in bed, almost asleep, and my bed would subtly shake or vibrate.&nbsp; The only way it can really be described is similar to when your dog is itching his ear with his paw, and happens to kick and shake where you are sitting, gently shaking you.&nbsp; It feels very similar.&nbsp; This would happen many nights, to which everyone would make excuses again.&nbsp; "It's the train going by", "you're dreaming",&nbsp; or "(our doggie at the time) is under your bed scratching".&nbsp; It wasn't any of these reasons.&nbsp; As a kid, it was scary.&nbsp; I knew it wasn't any of the above. As my sister and I grew up, my experiences continued, but talking about them became more of an enjoyable "horror story" my family would jokingly share to friends when they came over.&nbsp; But it wasn't a joke to me, secretly.&nbsp; I laughed it off, even though inside I questioned my sanity since no one else was experiencing anything that I had been.&nbsp; Until one night.&nbsp; My mom came in to lay with me to help me fall asleep (this wasn't her first time, my mom spent many nights laying in bed rubbing my head to help me fall asleep - she is a great mama), but this one night she FINALLY felt it.&nbsp; I remember her looking at me with calm yet fearful eyes -- "oh my God, Meg, I feel it."&nbsp; The bed was shaking.

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I always am reflecting on readings that I've just given; whether it is the drive home from Spirit Well or even just sitting in silence after a virtual session.&nbsp; Each reflection is a learning point for me.&nbsp; I often replay the memorable moments, the key points that stood out to me during the reading.&nbsp; Sometimes I am stumped at the way that Spirit is trying to get me to convey a message, why is it sometimes the information is so choppy, while other times it comes through so clearly?&nbsp; Names, dates, memories, relationships, and just current life... there is so much for Spirit to talk about and validate, it's funny the different ways they get me to do so.<figure id="figure-s1m7v0w4akllmnv737"><img id="s1m7v0w4akllmnv737" src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/27COrzBPlpAX64dtgUeSR25qTomN7LvlLyhEVCls5ryt6o5GDP7fFxqcEEpoUwZe.jpg" alt="" class="object-cover bg-gray-100 " style="aspect-ratio: 1/1; object-position: undefined undefined;" data-corners="no-rounded" data-aspect="1:1" data-caption="" data-positionX="undefined" data-positionY="undefined"/></figure> As long as I turn off my mind and let information freely come forward, and I give exactly what I am hearing/seeing/feeling, then I have done my job.&nbsp; I am always grateful for Sprit, to allow me to provide messages&nbsp; for whomever it is that I am channeling for.

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