Updated: Aug 4, 2021
May 31, 2021
A friend recently used the term “accidental entrepreneur” and I thought, “That’s me!” How in the world did a high school teacher end up creating a business encompassing her three passions: teaching, healing, and organizing? Whew, it’s been a whirlwind and a bumpy ride and it’s going to take a few blog posts to tell the whole story. Here’s the first installment.
In the last few years of his life, my father and I decided to have our own little book club. We read and discussed books that helped me understand the foundation for his work as a psychotherapist. Books like Your Inner Child of the Past by W. Hugh Missildine, MD, Codependent No More by Melody Beattie, and Feeling Good by David D. Burns gave me a glimpse into his practice and a greater understanding of my students and people in general. The last book we read together was Second Sight: A Psychiatrist and Intuitive Tells Her Extraordinary Story…And Shows You How to Discover Your Intuitive Gifts by Judith Orloff. I must admit, much of this book went over my head (I need to read it again!) It’s telling that this is the last book we read together, because when my father died, he passed to me his intuitive gifts.
The large bedroom felt full of people even though there were only 7 of us present: my brother, my sister, my stepmother, my father, two home health nurses, and myself. My ears felt plugged, like they do when my angels, guides, and ancestors are around me. I recognized the feeling from a reading I had from a South African Sangoma a few years before. The moment my father died was a holy moment – one of the most memorable moments of my life. I saw his spirit slip out of the top of his head, leaving his earthly body just a shell – like a cicada’s left on a tree trunk. The room felt less full and the plugging in my ears lessened, but there was still “someone” hanging around me.
Over the next few days, I felt the hair on the top of my head move. It felt like I had lice but there were no bugs on my head. I knew my father’s spirit hovered around me for months. It felt like I had my finger through the veil to the next world, but I didn’t know how to communicate. My friend and yoga teacher, Zoe Donovan, recommended a local psychic and teacher, Nancy Rebecca. Connecting with Nancy turned into a 1.5-year journey into understanding my own clairvoyant abilities and how I can use them to heal others. Oddly, I don’t remember when I decided I wanted to have a business as a clairvoyant reader. Perhaps it was because I was actually good at it! I just know I would not have embarked on this journey without the experience after my father’s death.
I started small, doing readings for clients in my home. I then took some more classes and added Healing Touch (similar to Reiki) to my healing modalities. I reduced my teaching load to three days a week. This changed my life and enabled me to pursue my goals as an accidental entrepreneur. I found another local healer, Nichole London, who offered me an office space in Tacoma. My business was coming together nicely, but I didn’t have very many clients. Something was missing, but what?
Stay tuned for my next installment to see how I found that missing something and how it has enhanced my life and my healing business.