In the early years of our blog, Natalie, a psychic medium from Down Under, used to comment frequently. But she’s the mother to five kids from two marriages, and eventually had to give up blogging. We’ve kept in touch over the years, and I’ve always been intrigued by Natalie’s studies and quests as a medium. She seeks creative solutions to the challenges she faces.
The story she recently sent illustrates the power of intent and desire – magical thinking!
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I just had the weirdest experience! I have been feeling pretty disconnected here in my new area and have been praying for a friend. I had the feeling she was going to be a mum from the school, with older daughters, who actually wasn’t really looking, or interested in making a friend.
Haylie (One of Nat’s daughters) has been put in a class this year where she knows nobody and has had some settling issues. She also invited herself to a little girls birthday party last month (cringe) and we went along. It was really awkward at first, but I sensed this was the lady who was going to be my friend. She has two older daughters and the little one in Haylie’s class. The Mum very much felt ‘right’ to me, even though she was very closed.
Fast forward three weeks to today. I had to go to the supermarket for a few things, but didn’t want to go, as I was tired and had been up all night last night feeling very anxious and praying lots about my life. One of the prayers was help me find a friend, the other one was help me rid myself of this crushing internalized shame that blocks me in my work.
So, I get to the shop and run into the Mum. She starts chatting about her little girl and confesses her daughter is very sensitive and feels a lot of shame if she gets into trouble at school.
I say, “That’s a coincidence, I have just been watching some You Tube clips about healing toxic shame.”
Then she pipes up with: “Actually, I’m learning how to write, and I wrote a piece this morning, about a fortune teller whose beautiful heart was being crushed by toxic shame.”
I exclaimed: “I’m a fortune teller, a medium, actually, and I am being crushed by toxic shame!”
After the initial surprise and shock, we then described a vision we had both seen, of the Light trying to permeate the layers of experiences in the fortuneteller’s heart. This all happened in about two minutes in the soap aisle. I don’t even think she knows my name, but I am now convinced more than ever, she is going to be my new friend.
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I wrote Nat that I felt there was another synchro here, that they met in the soap shop. I mean, really. What is soap if not a substance that washes away stuff?
















