Tales of a Medical Intuitive

This one was hard.  The four friends had travelled several hours to meet with me.  They sat in my living room enjoying their tea, laughing and talking to one another.  I watched my cats.  They always alert me when I need to pay special attention to someone.  Booboo, my sweet, chubby, old black cat was sitting next to one of the men and was gently pawing him in the face.  Booboo never comes out for these things-it is usually Linus at work- but he wanted to make sure I didn’t miss something.  I didn’t.  When the appointment was made over text, I was told that one of them had cancer but I wasn’t told who.  I knew the second he walked in.

I went from person to person, drawing what I saw physically, explaining what was spiritual and what was physical.  Light heartedness filled the room.  Eyes gently filled with tears and nods told me I was connected to Creator and giving information correctly.

Every reading is different.  I hear things from the spirit world.  Sometimes I am a medium.  I feel things intensely; the client’s anxiety, heartbreak, headaches, knee pain.  I am shown things, I see things.  Anything that helps me to understand the message.  Most of the time the person sitting in front of me suspects an illness, or is very open to guidance for their life right now, and knows and understands each thing I say.  Some come in completely closed.

When I got to him, I sensed his wall.  His protection.  His doubt.  His fear.  He had already gone through four rounds of chemotherapy and radiation to no avail.  He still had hope.  I listened.  I drew.  I was shown cancer cells shattering, exploding like a bomb all through his body.  I heard that it was one hundred percent spiritual.  His body looked like a night sky filled with millions of stars.  The cancer was everywhere.  I then heard the words, military, veteran, war, bomb, HSP, empath. 

“Were you in the military?” I asked him.  He shook his head no.

“Are you a highly sensitive person? Do you feel other people’s pain?”  Again, he shook his head no.

What are you guys trying to tell me? I whispered to the spirits.  I immediately felt anger.  I saw him as a little boy being beaten by his father.

“It’s your dad!” I practically yelled.  “Was he in the military?”

“In Korea,” he answered.

I suddenly saw everything clearly.  His father was a highly sensitive person, an empath, forced to be a “man.”  In the war he witnessed and took part in such atrocities that afterwards he became an alcoholic and was very abusive.  These wounds were passed down to the man before me.

I heard that if he did not forgive his father and heal these wounds that he would have no more than two years to live.

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I am not a doctor, of course, so I cannot diagnose.  The majority of people that come to me already know or suspect what is going on.  They can go a holistic healing route with me but I also always recommend that they should see a doctor if they feel that is the right step.

A woman used to come into my shop often to buy medicine for her dog.  She was very religious.  For some reason, many Christians do not believe that God can work this way.  Anything a bit woohoo is probably of the Devil.  So when I saw her heart, I couldn’t just come right out and say something.  I would say every time she came in, “You should try our heart medicine!  It is great!  It’s on sale!  Here I will just give you a bottle to try!”  She would always decline.  I’d ask nonchalantly if she had seen a doctor lately.  She had.  Then she had a massive stroke and a heart attack.

Just because we are sent to be healers in this world does not mean we can heal everyone.  Sometimes it is hard to see but not be able to help.

Sometimes it is easy.  I placed my hand on her foot.  It had been hurting for a long time.  She didn’t show me where it was hurting but my hand instantly went to the hairline fracture.  She was a friend of mine so I told her what I saw and felt and sent her with my bone heal liniment.  She went to the doctor and it was confirmed that she had a hairline fracture in that very place.

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If you have read my memoir, The Making of a Medicine Woman; the Memoirs of Bird Woman, you know that I ran from these gifts for a long time!  But I love being able to offer divine assistance, advice, clarity, reunite loved ones, help people heal physically, mentally, spiritually, and to be a speaker for Creator and the spirit is world is a profound honor.

I have another blog that I usually write these types of things on but I have decided to combine them.  Because they are not separate. I can be a chicken raising, gardening guru, entertainer and chef, crafting farmgirl and also be psychic.  It is what it is.

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So friends, I want to let you know that this is what I do.  I am a medical intuitive and guide.  I do readings over the phone or in person.  My medical intuitive readings include three custom medicines.  I don’t set a timer but readings usually last an hour.  If you feel a nudge from Spirit, feel free to set up a meeting with me.  Katie@PumpkinHollowFarm.net

And click here to order my memoir!


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