A Fairytale – Living the Truth of my Mediumship – as published in September 2013 – One Thousand Trees Magazine
(Living the truth of my Mediumship)
Once upon a time in a land far, far away known as Europe, there was a wonderful Family. A woman named Marta, her loving English husband, and a beautiful boy named Rictor.
Europe was at war in the 1940’s, and she and her family were given safe passage to England by boat.
Now Marta had learned to trust her intuition.
She fought with her distraught English husband who wanted them to flee to safety, yet because he loved her so much, he stayed as she wished.
She told him it was because she was fearful of travelling by boat.
They were each sent to different camps, the loving family separated for years. Her beautiful boy was smuggled out to safety where he spent many years waiting for his parents to come to get him.
The boy, Rictor, became a man, and travelled to Austaria. His eyes were drawn to a lovely French lady, Beatrice.
Together they built a beautiful home. It was such an adventure.
Now Rictor’s mother had never been to Austaria.
Marta came to visit and stayed some time. Shortly after her return to Europe, they had their first daughter Nicole a feisty first born who seemed to know too quickly what was going on.
In a few years, she had to share the limelight with her sister Doris. A shy, reserved little pixie.
Now Nicole used to love magic. She spent much time in her room chatting to friends, and making up stories…as most little girls do.
As she grew up, she noticed many things. There was always a loving voice of reason in her head, a voice that supported and encouraged her to be whatever she thought she could be.
It didn’t take her long to understand that adults say one thing, and do another. They think one thing, and say another. And don’t like children who see through it.
Yet she knew in her heart she was right. That had to be enough for now.
This made her feel alone sometimes. Yet she always had that warm voice in her head and the knowing everything would be just fine.
Her parents split up and divorced and changed her world a little. She found it to be an interesting experience in human behaviour.
Beatrice sent her to a psychologist so he could work out what was wrong with her and fix her.
Now this may seem like a dark day, however it was one that was truly filled with light.
What transpired was a turning point for Nicole.
She learned from those discussions, that adults have to protect their own sanity, despite it being at odds with others’ reality. And judgment doesn’t serve you.
She was released and empowered.
Now Nicole somehow found a set of tarot cards. She loved them. She played and read stories to all that would listen. Then one day, they disappeared – just like that – ‘poof’. It is ‘possible’ Beatrice had a hand in it.
This sort of thing happened all the time. Little did she understand this was a sign from her guides and guardian, who were preparing her for wonderful things coming her way.
Nicole’s attentions soon drifted elsewhere – as teenage girls tend to do.
She knew her prince charming would come one day.
Eventually, when she was supposed to be studying for school exams, Nicole met a young man.
He quite enjoyed her feisty nature, yet she didn’t understand he was struggling with her amazing sense of self, and he set about chipping away at it to make himself feel more powerful.
Just like many princes who win the beautiful princess, but don’t have the maturity to empower her, they crush her.
Now one of the most powerful things in Nicole’s life over the decades, had been her time with spirit.
She sat in circles, and then when things became complicated, she stepped back for a while. House moves, renovations, childbirth. However, the move away was always temporary.
She drove her teachers nuts with all her questions, and determination to understand.
After twenty three years, and three wonderful children, she divorced the black prince.
As quick as you please, she found the man of her dreams, just as spirit had shown her.
Now keep in mind, that Rictor was not so excited with Nicole’s first husband, and Rictor and Nicole stopped communicating for some years.
Nicole decided she was going to stand in her truth and be the medium she knew she was, going headlong into 2013.
Something had been brewing for quite sometime, yet she couldn’t understand why.
Every class and every reading she was given, her relatives would come through and bring up their experiences, their suffering, her heritage. She had spent 30 years running away from what she saw as indoctrination.
Little did she realize, the answer was coming very soon.
Nicole took her mediumship to the stage at the Exhibition Buildings in Melbourne, Australia. You see, the voice in her head which always supported her, never leaves her.
Beatrice, who had been off facebook for months, proudly shared a photo taken of Nicole, the medium.
Rictor, who lived on the other side of the world by now, popped up on a facebook message, and said hello to Nicole.
You see, he now sees that she is a chip off the old block of Marta.
Who knows how many generations they go back.
One day, Rictor sent Nicole a picture of wartime England.
It depicted a bombing aftermath in the UK. And it had great relevance to the boat Marta wouldn’t board.
You see, as far as we know, those who took the safe passage Marta was so against, all died in a bomb raid in England.
Then all of a sudden, Rictor remembered, when Marta had happily come to Austaria, she came and returned – by boat.
So Nicole spent the rest of her lifetime honouring the gift so many could not honour openly, before her. It is her heritage.
She carries generations of love with her, they stand with her, and of course, because she honoured that gift, they all lived happily ever after.