Becoming a Spiritual Vessel

My mom warned me that our family was born with the sixth sense and with our third eye open.

There are countless family recollections of seeing ghosts, communicating with those who have passed, and signs of strange entities that required banishment rituals for our safety and wellbeing.

I soaked up all the beliefs and traditions that were passed down to me as truth.

This continued until my elementary classmates mocked me for "blabbing" about my foreign culture, the weird food, its silly superstitions, and ancient beliefs.

Doubt started to creep in, and I thought perhaps my culture got it wrong and it was all a fairy tale.

But then I experienced my first supernatural encounter.

And funnily enough, it happened when I was sound asleep.

The story of 10 year old me, visiting the Philippines, and becoming a spiritual vessel for the first time:

One night in the Philippines, I dreamt of being in a living room. It was an upstairs apartment with huge windows that had radiant light shining through.

An elderly woman sat on the couch before me and greeted me with some tea. She smiled gently and stated, "*Ah, there you are. I've been waiting for you. It's so nice to finally meet you."

She never introduced herself, and I didn't recognize her, but I felt a warm sensation of peace and comfort. I took a seat next to her, accepted her tea, and sipped on it slowly.

Next thing I know, I am being shaken awake by my siblings, my family puzzled and standing over my body while I laid in bed.

Apparently, I had been mumbling full sentences in Tagalog while I slept.

This was a cause for concern, because I don't speak Tagalog fluently (a decision made by my parents so I would assimilate to American life more easily).

I recounted my dream to them, described the woman I saw, and then my mom burst into tears.

After collecting herself, my mom announced that I was visited by my great-grandmother, the Lola who raised her.

My mom declared that her Lola stepped into my body with the purpose to get our attention, show her presence, and remind us that she is watching over us and wishing us well.

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Reflecting on these glimpses of my childhood, it is no wonder that I am called to what is deemed supernatural, spiritual, paranormal, and otherwise taboo in today's age.

To the young, innocent version of me — that was normal, everyday life.

As an adult now, I work to reclaim this nature and to surrender the need to logically explain these experiences.

These experiences and events are best understood by the heart and soul.

How this encounter shaped me today:

Looking back at that story, I realize I have a similar process when I read tarot — I enter a trance-like state and relay what I'm observing and what is relevant at the time of the session.

Often times, I am unaware of the words flowing through me when reading for a client.

Instead, I'm tuned into the energy surrounding them and their current situation. I receive visuals, feel sensations, and hear phrases and sounds when engaged in spiritual sessions.

Sometimes, I'm surprised when a returning client confirms what I projected was spot on because I truly am just the messenger.

I operate under the belief that I am a spiritual vessel, with sensitive antennae to pick up frequencies that are meant to be transmitted to certain people, places, and things.

As someone recovering from the fear of being misunderstood, I understand that spiritual and intuitive work and healings will be demonized, belittled, and otherwise dismissed.

But for my mom, and for the people that I serve, the gifts that us healers offer are priceless, invaluable, and the results of our work can be passed down to the next generations.

Keep exploring your practices, let your curiosity take you to new depths, and share the treasures you find with the community around you.

The world needs your specific gifts and unique voice, and I want you to be proud of the power living in you.

We can honor our gifts from our ancestors by creating authentically, sharing vulnerably from the heart, and holding space for each other's evolutions.

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And with that, I sign off until the next post.

Thank you so very much and I look forward to our next gathering.

Sincerely,

Nadine
Miss Ayalah