I'm A Christian, But I Visited A Psychic Medium

I'm A Christian, But I Visited A Psychic Medium

It’s not all crystal balls. Spiritualism is a science.
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Recently, my mom and I took a day trip to a small town in central Florida known as Cassadaga. My mom had wanted to visit this town for the last six years, and I decided to treat her to a trip for her upcoming birthday. Growing up, my mom was always intrigued by crystals, energy, spirits and the like. I was intimidated by the thought of spirits, but I often found crystals enticing. However, I never carried my interests beyond these stones.

In the days preceding my trip, my mom said she wanted me to get read by a psychic medium. I was hesitant at first and feared what would be revealed if I allowed someone to “read” me. Still, I remained unsure about our trip to this mysterious town, so I decided to do my research like any good skeptic. I looked up their website and discovered something interesting about this town. It was a spiritualist camp. The core foundation of spiritualism is “to promote an individual’s personal experience with God.” I was shocked, but slowly became more intrigued and reinsured about our upcoming venture. I read on and discovered that the camp had several ordained ministers who are certified healers or mediums. This was nothing like I thought it was.

The day finally arrived that we were off to Cassadaga. After two and a half hours driving on back county roads to avoid the interstate traffic, we finally arrived to Cassadaga. We walked through the welcome center first before being overcome by our appetites. We ate at the Hotel Cassadaga in a delicious Italian restaurant. Next, we ventured to find someone to do my reading. My mom wanted to walk on the outskirts of the town to find someone to do my reading; however, the two houses we walked in did not seem legitimate or inviting to me, so we returned to the welcome center once more. There, we found a list of certified mediums, and I was drawn to a name on the board. I called the medium and walked down to her house in Cassadaga. As soon as we met, we connected. We began with a prayer before she began my reading. She did not even ask my name, but began to spout intimate details about my life that she couldn’t have possibly known. She explained to me what it meant to be a medium, a healer and one with one’s Spirit. After my allotted thirty minutes, we hugged and we left her house.

After my reading, I felt rejuvenated. I have been going through a tough time in my life, and my reading, or my Spiritual counseling, quieted my soul in ways I couldn’t explain. I didn’t tell her anything about my life until after the reading was over. She knew exactly what was on my heart and my mind before I could say anything. After my reading, I am redirecting my life in a more positive way. While readings may not be for everyone, and not all mediums are as honest and institutive as mine, my experience with a psychic medium completely opened my mind to the intricate nature of spiritualism and spirituality.If you are interested in learning more about the medium I visited, please visit http://www.cassadaga.org
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To The Friends I Won't Talk To After High School

I sincerely hope, every great quality I saw in you, was imprinted on the world.
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Hey,

So, for the last four years I’ve seen you almost everyday. I’ve learned about your annoying little brother, your dogs and your crazy weekend stories. I’ve seen you rock the awful freshman year fashion, date, attend homecoming, study for AP tests, and get accepted into college.

Thank you for asking me about my day, filling me in on your boy drama and giving me the World History homework. Thank you for complimenting my outfits, laughing at me presenting in class and listening to me complain about my parents. Thank you for sending me your Quizlets and being excited for my accomplishments- every single one of them. I appreciate it all because I know that soon I won’t really see you again. And that makes me sad. I’ll no longer see your face every Monday morning, wave hello to you in the hallways or eat lunch with you ever again. We won't live in the same city and sooner or later you might even forget my name.

We didn’t hang out after school but none the less you impacted me in a huge way. You supported my passions, stood up for me and made me laugh. You gave me advice on life the way you saw it and you didn’t have to but you did. I think maybe in just the smallest way, you influenced me. You made me believe that there’s lots of good people in this world that are nice just because they can be. You were real with me and that's all I can really ask for. We were never in the same friend group or got together on the weekends but you were still a good friend to me. You saw me grow up before your eyes and watched me walk into class late with Starbucks every day. I think people like you don’t get enough credit because I might not talk to you after high school but you are still so important to me. So thanks.

With that said, I truly hope that our paths cross one day in the future. You can tell me about how your brothers doing or how you regret the college you picked. Or maybe one day I’ll see you in the grocery store with a ring on your finger and I’ll be so happy you finally got what you deserved so many guys ago.

And if we ever do cross paths, I sincerely hope you became everything you wanted to be. I hope you traveled to Italy, got your dream job and found the love of your life. I hope you have beautiful children and a fluffy dog named Charlie. I hope you found success in love before wealth and I hope you depended on yourself for happiness before anything else. I hope you visited your mom in college and I hope you hugged your little sister every chance you got. She’s in high school now and you always tell her how that was the time of your life. I sincerely hope, every great quality I saw in you, was imprinted on the world.

And hey, maybe I’ll see you at the reunion and maybe just maybe you’ll remember my face. If so, I’d like to catch up, coffee?

Sincerely,

Me

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You Ain’t Waiting For God To Bring You Your Dinner, You Get Up And Go Cook It

My words often get jumbled and don't make sense, so I figured writing it would help me come across clearly.

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Dear guy friends of mine,

I want you to know how grateful I am for your friendship. Having close guy friends has helped me better understand men and learn how the male species operates. I've been able to ask you so many questions and you've responded with thoughtfulness, kindness, grace, and honesty. I appreciate your willingness to talk to me.

I want to encourage you in something, and with some of you I have tried, but I think I came across as a little crazy. From what I've been told by married women, guys are very afraid of actual crazy. You want your girl to have some crazy (because all women have at least a little bit of crazy), but you don't want her to be, like, crazy. I get that and respect that.

I want to encourage you to ask girls out. It's scary. You're afraid of rejection. I know this because several of you have told me so. I recently spoke with a guy who's been married for a few years and has a baby daughter. He told me that you guys are scared, you don't want to put your heart on the line and have it crushed. That's a good reason not to pursue girls: you'll remain safe and free from hurt if you don't put your feelings out there.

But here's the other side of it: You'll never find that girl if you never search for her. Now, I know that all things happen in God's timing and as imperfect humans, we can't force things to happen outside of God's timeline. However, Pastor Matt Chandler of The Village Church in Dallas, Texas said this in a sermon several years ago:

"But something's happened in evangelical circles where if you're single you're supposed to not want to be married, but be content in a spot and that's somehow more glorifying than following God's wiring of you to want a mate. And so in the end what happens is that you walk around like a liar. I mean, poor young ladies! Almost all of them have been told, "As soon as you're content, God will send you a man." So you've got hundreds of thousands of women running around acting content! "I'm content, where is he?" You've got other guys going, "You know, I'm just gonna wait for God to bring me the right one." Well, you ain't waiting for God to bring you your dinner, alright? You get up and go cook it."

Pastor Chandler goes on to say that he's not telling the guys to go on the hunt and prowl. No! He's telling guys that they have a role to play in pursuing a woman to marry. Girls have a role to play, too. Girls can't just hang out with their girlfriends in hopes that they'll lock eyes with Prince Charming while in the grocery store or walking their dog in the park. No, girls need to build up the guys in their lives and respect them by letting the guys be guys and giving them opportunities to be gentlemen. That's what I appreciate about you guys, my guy friends. You are such gentlemen and I love that. Don't be afraid to ask out the girl that you think is sweet, cute, pretty, funny, kind, silly, honest, loyal, and the right amount of crazy. You've got this!

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