How does it feel to be a medium in a world like ours?
As a psychic medium, I have discovered that places of worship like temples, churches, and missions are supercharged with the energy of love, trauma, and everything else.
Think of all the weddings, funerals and other practices that bring us together on a regular basis. They carry the kaleidoscope of human emotions.
Does the rich intensity fill the cavernous rooms and seep into the foundations? I think so.
That’s what it’s like to be a medium exploring the world
Recently, I had a family vacation in Loreto, Mexico. The beaches, water and people were amazing. However, I had one day that gave me something completely unexpected.
We signed up for a Christmas Eve tour of a Jesuit mission in the Sierra de la Giganta mountains. My mindset prepared me for a peaceful experience that would allow for a relaxed exploration of the mission and sacred settings.
The day before the visit set the tone for my adventure.
I had a dream where I was asked to help the dead see the light.
When people were dying but couldn’t or wouldn’t go to the light, my role was to show them the door to Source or the other side. When I woke up. I tried to shake off the dream.
The day held more unusual experiences.
Our guide picked us up in a comfortable van. He shared a great story about the town of Loreto and its surroundings. We even walked through a very calming and peaceful energy filled mission in the town square of Loreto.
Finally we started the very steep and narrow climb up the mountain to the famous Jesuit Mission. Our guide’s stories began to change from feel-good tales to dark and disturbing history.
Chronicles of how the original inhabitants of Baja Big Sur were nearly wiped out by invading groups, mostly from European countries who carried disease and greed in their hearts.
We were told how prisoners were used to help build the mission. If they broke the rules, they were beheaded.
As we climbed higher I started to feel the tension in my bodybuilding.
Looking out the windows we could see the sheer cliff falling far below. There was a still worn path that was used to transport supplies to the mission long ago. On the other side, vultures circled high in the sky, waiting for something to die.
As we passed one of the oldest established ranches in Baja, a small dog was lying on the dirt beside the road. He looked like he needed love.
At this point, I felt like I had entered a time warp, in 1700.
I could feel the tense emotions of pure survival. It was as if the land, the ranches and the mindset had not kept pace.
Eventually we arrived at the small town that held the mission. I was hoping the energy would change, now that we could get out of the van. There was no such chance.
The city is very small and held tightly by the dense energy of long ago.
Some might say it’s nice to find a place untouched by time. An exception is a place that clings to the pain, fear and strife of centuries ago.
Both the land and the mission felt more haunted than the ghost towns I visited.
I could see and feel the energies clashing around the mission.
Heavy energy scaffolding protected the fortress, which some consider a place of worship. It was as if the goal of the founders was to conquer everything, with total disregard for the land, the animals and the natives.
There was a solitary goat tied with a rope around its neck. He shouted to anyone who wanted to hear him. The Earth felt like it had withdrawn its abundance, waiting for someone to honor it.
Nearby, a centuries-old canal held water with floating waste.
I was overwhelmed with grief and fear that hung in the air and radiated from the earth. The pause in time was a call for love.
Past the Mission, there was an olive tree over 300 years old. It was here that I finally connected to peace and golden light.
When this energy is fully recognized, the healing of the lands, the history and the mountain will begin.
I could almost feel Mother Earth wanting to open up and receive tenderness and care, to erase the pain and suffering that had been happening for so many years.
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In turn, the gift of abundance would flow.
The Spirit called for transformation.
Inviting children to come and play, animals to care for, indigenous peoples and Mother Earth to remember.
I touched the olive tree and shared prayers of gratitude for it to lovingly hold the healing energy in place.
I could feel the angels hovering above the mission, waiting to lead us to peace.
Later that day, I swam in the seawater and meditated until I completely released the energy from the draining experience. Our family celebrated the love of our ancestors, angels, guides and Source at our evening meal.
We were all grateful to have spent time together on a beautiful planet with such welcoming people.
May we all experience peace and compassion in our hearts and homes in this new year.
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Polly Wirum is an intuitive life coach and writer. If you are ready to know more about your deepest self, contact her for intuitive astrological reading, psychic reading or spiritual life coaching.