A Medium’s Life is Never “Normal”

A Medium’s Life is Never “Normal”

People often find my life and my work in particular, fascinating. It is probably because I really love what I do and I am passionate about it. I have experiences which I cannot even share sometimes for fear of being called “weird” or to avoid being questioned on its authenticity because it is not part of their belief system or reality. Being a medium is very much about being open to experiences that the Spirit world want to share with us. We get to astral travel, connect with spirit in every shape or form, hear, see or even taste, as our senses are heightened. 

Growing up as a child in Malaysia, I used to grapple with the dark and sleeping alone. I had times where I would wet the bed because I was absolutely terrified of my experiences. I mean wouldn’t you be if you saw a being move up around the ceiling? Feel a tightening sensation  spread across your entire body? Now, what if I told you that I had just got into bed so was awake and my eyes was CLOSED but I could see through my eyelids? I could see every detail of the room. This was because my third eye had already developed when I was ten I could see through it sometimes. 

After my rigorous training and spiritual development, which led to working professionally as a Medium, I am never afraid of Spirit. I don’t feel the same way about “visitors” as when i was a child. I know that tightening sensation now was energy and the being I saw was probably a guide or from a different dimension. If only I knew what I know now then! 

On Friday I unintentionally stayed up awake. I had a workshop to run in the morning so I was keen on an early night. However earlier in the day, my mother called to remind me to try to stay awake for Mahashivatri – a night in tribute to Shiva which takes place before a new moon. The theme for this annual spiritual celebration is to overcome darkness and ignorance. This is a very important event for those who believe in the mind, body and spirit connection. Shiva is seen as the master that teaches, improves and oversees this aspect of humanity. People fast, eat vegetarian food, meditate, chant and spend the time on self reflection. Most temples are awash with lights, colour and people sitting with their legs crossed and spines straight throughout the night. There are 12 Shivaratri per year but the main one, usually falls in February or March. This year it was on February 24th.  This special day is huge for those on the spiritual path as Shiva, helps to awaken new spiritual awareness and gifts. 

With all of this in mind, I decided that I couldn’t stay awake so I went to bed armed with some guided sleep meditation music. After tossing and turning, I decided to sit up in bed and listen to some Shiva chants from my Youtube channel. I am hesitating as I write this as I know it will sounds completely crazy!

I felt my soul leave my body and there was a short moment of grief which was overtaken by excitement. I then saw below me, the road outside my house. I continued to travel up and then I felt myself, so light and weightless, travel further up into the sky.  After a moment, darkness surrounded me and I thought that was it. I then realised I was in a cave. It was a big one with a lot of space around me. I could’t see the top but the wall around me had what I initially thought was graffiti but on closer inspection, turned out to be pre-historic drawings. 

I could sense water running close by but my attention was taken over by the fresh air and light that I suddenly felt. I saw the opening and then heard the shriek of the flying prehistoric animal that flew past me. I saw it in the distance and then the massive landscape below me. It was a beautiful sight and simply indescribable. I have had out of body (OOB) experiences before but never so vivid and to a different time in history.

Once I felt I was back on the bed again, I saw my father standing near me and next to him, a guide and someone else. Before I could take that all in, waves of green, white and sparkly yellow light spilled into the room. The door was closed, the curtains drawn and my eyes were shut. 

The lights formed long continuous and intersected lines moved and danced around me. I felt so honoured and happy to be a witness to this special scene in front of me.  In the corner of my eye I saw several other lights but these were different. They were like the lights of stars we see in the sky. Bright, determined and powerful. These I knew were lights of Spirit and Angels. They sparkled and stayed passive while the green/white light made patterns around me. They reminded me of the Aurora Borealis lights. 

There were a few more other things that happened that night but thankfully I managed to fall asleep at 5.30am and had less than three hours of sleep before my event. I didn’t feel tired at all while I was teaching and I came home really energised. 

On Saturday night, I was filled with so much energy, and I knew one of my guides wanted to work with me. So I asked my husband to go off to bed while I picked up my paint brushes and set to work until 4am.

Original Acrylic on Canvas painting by Angela Mitchell

I just knew I had to paint a robin but I never paint animals or landscape. My art is from inspiration so I was a little apprehensive. I couldn’t believe how easily the robin appeared on the canvas. A very curious, inquisitive, and friendly fella who looks like he has had a rough time. Somehow he found this little haven away from the rain to rest. 

While robins are often referred to as spirit signs, they are in Shamanism, a sign of growth and renewal. If you look back at the New Moon & Solar Eclipse guide from Friday, there is a theme about renewal there. Scruffy brings with him a message about letting go of the past to be able to move forward in the present. When we work to release the past, then you can refresh and go on your new journey. He also helps with self expression and working hard but also resting. We must listen to our bodies and the signs, to know when to push ourselves and when to take time off.

Scruffy wants us to know that our spirit family and friends are working hard to send us healing, in every possible way. From a chance meeting with someone who makes you smile, to unexpected abundance to closure on a disagreement. Believe that change is coming to your life and things will work out.

 

Scruffy is currently on sale at the Craft Coop in Marlow High Street.

How I struggled to hear myself until I was made to LISTEN

How I struggled to hear myself until I was made to LISTEN

In November’s issue of Fate & Fortune magazine, you will see a centre spread on someone you know…..ME! I was approached to speak about how I became a Medium or my journey rather. After a considerable amount of pondering as I didn’t want it to be sensationalist type of journalism as it wasn’t you usual story. It is not that I started suddenly seeing spirits. On the contrary, I was well aware of them as a toddler but realised they were in fact spirits at the tender age of 10. I struggled with this awareness for almost all of my life. I hated this gift but I also helped people along the way. I didn’t have anyone to help me understand it or mentor me so I was doing things properly. These days we have articles, workshops, teachers and information at the click of the “search” button. When I was growing up, spirits were always seen as scary, evil and negative while mediums were often manipulative and untrustworthy. I should know as I went to see almost every medium in Malaysia as my mother was alwayis searching for help and answers. But in turn I was sexually molested by one, made to drink chicken blood by another, cheated out of money and another one encouraged my parents to destroy all of my artwork and paintings in the 90’s as he claimed it was all “evil”.

The scariest experience I had was with a medium/holyman who decided I was indeed possessed and therefore arranged for a ceremony to rid me of the evil spirit. All I had done was accompany a work mate who was trying to get extra magic to get her food business she ran on the side with her husband, successful. As I sat there, I felt a weird presence in the room and next thing I know I fainted and I woke up to him saying I was possessed. I was held down and all sorts of weird things being said. As you can imagine, I was incredibly scared and concerned that this “spirit” was the cause of some bad luck in my life. I went home and told my family and they too were anxious and agreed to the ceremony. On the said day we walked into the room, terrified and felt we were at the mercy of this man and his assistants. They asked me to lie down I felt very weak and I felt a blackness come over me as the holyman continued to chant. I think I fell into a deep sleep or lost consciousness but I think I was also given something to drink beforehand. Next thing I know, as I started to regain consciousness, I couldn’t move. My hands, legs and even my head was being held down by loads of men. I could hear the man chanting away and giving instructions to not let me go as apparently the “devil will want to resist and get up”. I also felt someone pricking my feet with a sharp pencil and my toe was in agony. This is a very unnatural and terrifying moment. I wasn’t prepared for what happened next. 

Surrounded by strange men and unable to move, I begin to cry and tried to call for my family. Next thing I knew, water started pouring water on my face. I couldn’t breathe and as I had my mouth open, I started choking on the water. There must have been seven to eight men holding me down and I could see three standing above me with one litre bottles of water continuously pouring water on my face. I screamed as loudly as I could, gargling and choking sounds in between for my family. Each time I did, more water would be poured down to my face. I knew if I didn’t do something that I would drown and die within seconds. “Bobbbbby……save me….this is Angie”  I choked out. 

I heard the holyman say “its the devil hahhaha…..nice try, don’t listen to it. Its very clever trying to make us believe its her” and I screamed “Nooooo its me” and I heard my mother screaming to be let inside the room. I heard her say to my friend “She is going to die…..I thought you were her friend” and then I heard my father push in shouted at the man to stop. I cannot tell you how relieved I was as I was already starting to feel dizzy and had so much water in my nose, mouth and throat that I knew with certain that a second more I would could have died on that cold cemented floor.  

I never spoke to that friend again nor did I seek the help of a charlatan ever again. She did nothing to help me and in fact stopped my family from entering the room. She shrugged off the whole thing and didn’t seem to understand how scared I was. I shut myself out from spiritual matters and focused on went to temples or churches. My bad luck were merely challenges who made me who I am and they were certainly nothing to do with curses or spells.

So for many years I set aside my spirituality and hated it. This didn’t mean that they stopped appearing or speaking to me. In fact they became more obvious as the years went by. I would get prophetic dreams, messages, signs, see, hear and sense spirit wherever I went. I helped friends, cleared houses, read cards and would get strong feelings about people or situations. People were at times grateful, overwhelmed or scared off. No one really likes someone who “knows” things especially if they are insecure. I wasn’t trained so I went bumbling around life with this burden around my shoulders. 

In September 2013 my life changed, for the better. What I resisted for my whole life came right at me and I was smacked in the face literally to face up to who I was! Sometimes you have to be pushed to the edge to see the truth. I stopped fearing spirits and embraced my calling. Fate & Fortune Magazine

This is the driving force behind my psychic and mediumship workshops. You don’t have to walk through life feeling as though your gifts and abilities are a burden. You don’t have to be scared of spirits. I hope my story has inspired you. Please feel free if you want to ask any questions and if you want information about my next workshop.