So this happened… a few months ago some friends were telling me about their amazing experience with a psychic. I admit I’ve always been curious, but doubtful. Their experience was really amazing and something in me said just take the leap. At the very least it will be a great story to tell. So, my wife and I went… separately the first time. A lot was said that was fun to hear, including finding my purpose and success very soon… Love hearing that! What struck me the most was the comments she claimed to be channeling from the nearby spirit , she referred to as my father. Although I am adopted, the father who raised me is still alive, and fit enough of her description to make me believe it was him. Somehow, I didn’t think to ask for more details. It was indeed a lot of fun and an amazing experience, but I didn’t dwell too much on it. I did remain with a lingering curiosity about who this very vocal ghost Dad was. I figured it would reveal itself when needed.
Over a month goes by and our friends have had another awesome visit to this psychic. They expressed their amazement at her not remembering the first visit they had. This time they did it as a couple. We decided to follow their lead and have some more fun at the psychic, as a couple. This time was different indeed! She focussed almost entirely on me and said it was because the spirit of my father was not letting anyone else speak to her. He told me I was Irish from a very old family, had a bunch of siblings, my sister was looking for me, the family was waiting for my return, I would be returning to my homeland and I would be seeing them in 2017. My ghost-Dad also told me to get off my ass and start the process of reconnecting with them; among other Dad-like advices. Well, that was the first time in my life I actually wanted to meet this lost family. The psychic said some details about the family and the fatherly ghost that was speaking to her that made it impossible for me to not at least try and find them.
The feelings inside me were very hard to define. Not fear or worry of upsetting my adoptive family, which was there in the past, only excitement…. strong and purposeful excitement. I thought to myself, I could use this amazing feeling in my visualizations and law of attraction practices. I could use this feeling to answer a question that was in me for longer than I can remember… who am I, really? So, I called the child services department that helps with this sort of thing, downloaded the forms to fill, completed them, asked my parents if they had any files or docs on my adoption… They did! I put it all into a manila envelop, over did the postage, just to be sure, gave it up to the universe and mailed it.
I knew I had to have the conversation with my adoptive parents and found them very supportive and interested in the results I might get. It felt like a weight of the world was being lifted and dreams were being allowed to come to life. I no longer saw them, or more accurately, I no longer imagined them as a barrier to finding myself. Everything I’ve been doing since that day, is bringing me closer to… well, me.
I have long believe my greatest successes have come when I took a leap of faith and kept-up the attitude of what have I got to lose in trying. I find daily reminders that excite me and move forward on this mission to defining and getting what I truly want for myself, what I want to do in this life, and what I want to be. Today, in that space between sleep and wakefulness, what I wanted washed over me with a sense of bliss and beauty. I want to find my birth family, meet them, and rejoin a part of my soul’s history to my present. Isn’t life tremendous!?!