Pamela believes each moment we are being offered help, insight and love from Spirit. The messages she receives during healing sessions and Tarot readings are hopeful, transformative and renewing. Pamela teaches Intuitive (Psychic Mediumship) classes to awaken the spirit•mind•body•Divine connection. We are all capable of dialoguing across the seeming divide of life and death. Notice a waft of pie smell when there is none in the vicinity, or a sense that all will be okay, or the perception that your cheek has been caressed. Spirit is talking with you and your community, loving you when you need it most.
Pamela’s Intuitive Story:
As children, we are born with an openness, a sense of wonder, a capacity to see intuitively. This fits me. It seemed at one end subtle and at the other like wonderland. My folks were active in the church, and I had delight in what God/Spirit offered. This was challenged by the formulaic expectations wafting down from the pulpit. In my teens, I stepped away, thinking if there was a God, there wouldn’t be war, kids on the streets, famine.... Unclear that this was assembled by human beings.
In those evolving adolescent years, there was a keen sense of noticing where people were at. How they were feeling. What was challenging them. If they were being truthful. It was accompanied with an articulate use of honest and compassionate language. I fit in nowhere and everywhere amongst teens, teachers, adults and animals. Nature itself was my best container.
From this vantage point, I can see why shifting from engineering to the arts was useful to listening to Spirit. It gave me a place to utilize the incoming information in healthier ways. There were chinks in this system. Mis-usage of intimacy and substances, coated over the compass. Much of that college artwork was self indulgent, woe is me. The world seemed to be a tragic place. It was fortunate that I became an art teacher, requiring me to balance the abundant pessimism with possibility. I was that teacher who would name meaningfulness and inspire students to conjure up their more. It took years of sliding into unhealthy behavior to receive one a many gifts of Spirit. Becoming so broken, there was a crack for the Divine. In the puzzle of pain and confusion, a renewed Light was being reborn.
Wellness circles helped my active listening. Elders asked me to pay it forward without drawing attention to it. I trained in Indonesia just after the tsunami, as an Alternative to Violence Project facilitator. This aired out my need to be in charge, unlocked self worth, unearthed Transforming Power in everyone. As my Tuscarora teacher Tahwehdahqui, taught, “what comes to you, comes through you.”
I left teaching to return home to help my family when my Dad had open heart surgery. It put me back on the land. A sweet job at an aqua therapy pool was offered where I worked with people in their most vulnerable states, practiced communicating where it seemed improbable. A return to meditation followed with the custody of a kitty named Zoe, who sat in silence with me. There was the putting down of smoking, sugar, wheat, dairy, meat. It opened more clarity and visioning. I began taking Interfaith courses to see what the anatomy of Spirit people found inspiring in their lives. And since have become an Interfaith Reverend.
Sitting with Quakers in unprogrammed worship (sitting in silence till Spirit moves you to speak) since 2005, I met energy healers amongst them. It started me on a journey to become a Reiki Master. Quakers or Friends as many call themselves, encouraged and supported my training, and it plunged my into becoming a Master teacher fast. I graduated my first group of Reiki Master on Halloween of 2012. Reiki, a Japanese form energy work for relaxation and healing, has kept unfolding mindfulness, perception, connections. People, stories, requests, locations of trauma, shapes and colors of stuck pain, came forward to be communicated, re-spun by Spirit, remodeled, released.
During my water based job, I shared work with a beautiful young woman. I felt God had sent her to me. She was very loving, seemingly innocent, sometimes unaware and often struggling. We became friends. Teaching her to notice, helped put a second floor on my own sentience. Fourteen months after my friend birthed her daughter, she was found brain dead. I was crushed. A couple of days afterward, I felt her calling me to the hospital. Walking in to the waiting room, I saw her daughter interacting with an unseen form in space. There was lightness, joy, laughter, and spirited love. Placing my hands on her to do Reiki, my consciousness merged with her voice. She shared events, feelings, words inside me. I offered her stories to the family holding space for her. She directed me, pointing distinct stories to specific persons. It was humbling, enlivening. She affirmed over and over, that she would always be available to connect with her people. Her family invited me back. I prayed, “Universe, if that was a fluke, ok. If not, let me a be channel of love and hopefulness, I offer myself to Thee.” She communicated another two hours, this time slower, easier, just as candid and clear.
At this same time, I had been taking Intuitive classes, at Plymouth Spiritualist Church and at the Purple Door. It was helpful to have confirmation that everyone has this skill within them. We are all part of the Divine, direction is at hand. If we are the canyon, the clean, clear waters of devotion flow through. I now use this active listening, this gift of prophecy (some call it Psychic Mediumship) in conjunction with Interfaith dialogue, Tarot, Emotional Freedom Technique (EFT-Tapping), Reiki, Integrated Energy, Meditation, and art. It has brought the rebirth of my soulful self. I feel as though I have been welcomed into my authenticity, wooed back to life through speaking with loved ones across death, sung into a chorus being.
Dear Holy Creator, I love you.
As children, we are born with an openness, a sense of wonder, a capacity to see intuitively. This fits me. It seemed at one end subtle and at the other like wonderland. My folks were active in the church, and I had delight in what God/Spirit offered. This was challenged by the formulaic expectations wafting down from the pulpit. In my teens, I stepped away, thinking if there was a God, there wouldn’t be war, kids on the streets, famine.... Unclear that this was assembled by human beings.
In those evolving adolescent years, there was a keen sense of noticing where people were at. How they were feeling. What was challenging them. If they were being truthful. It was accompanied with an articulate use of honest and compassionate language. I fit in nowhere and everywhere amongst teens, teachers, adults and animals. Nature itself was my best container.
From this vantage point, I can see why shifting from engineering to the arts was useful to listening to Spirit. It gave me a place to utilize the incoming information in healthier ways. There were chinks in this system. Mis-usage of intimacy and substances, coated over the compass. Much of that college artwork was self indulgent, woe is me. The world seemed to be a tragic place. It was fortunate that I became an art teacher, requiring me to balance the abundant pessimism with possibility. I was that teacher who would name meaningfulness and inspire students to conjure up their more. It took years of sliding into unhealthy behavior to receive one a many gifts of Spirit. Becoming so broken, there was a crack for the Divine. In the puzzle of pain and confusion, a renewed Light was being reborn.
Wellness circles helped my active listening. Elders asked me to pay it forward without drawing attention to it. I trained in Indonesia just after the tsunami, as an Alternative to Violence Project facilitator. This aired out my need to be in charge, unlocked self worth, unearthed Transforming Power in everyone. As my Tuscarora teacher Tahwehdahqui, taught, “what comes to you, comes through you.”
I left teaching to return home to help my family when my Dad had open heart surgery. It put me back on the land. A sweet job at an aqua therapy pool was offered where I worked with people in their most vulnerable states, practiced communicating where it seemed improbable. A return to meditation followed with the custody of a kitty named Zoe, who sat in silence with me. There was the putting down of smoking, sugar, wheat, dairy, meat. It opened more clarity and visioning. I began taking Interfaith courses to see what the anatomy of Spirit people found inspiring in their lives. And since have become an Interfaith Reverend.
Sitting with Quakers in unprogrammed worship (sitting in silence till Spirit moves you to speak) since 2005, I met energy healers amongst them. It started me on a journey to become a Reiki Master. Quakers or Friends as many call themselves, encouraged and supported my training, and it plunged my into becoming a Master teacher fast. I graduated my first group of Reiki Master on Halloween of 2012. Reiki, a Japanese form energy work for relaxation and healing, has kept unfolding mindfulness, perception, connections. People, stories, requests, locations of trauma, shapes and colors of stuck pain, came forward to be communicated, re-spun by Spirit, remodeled, released.
During my water based job, I shared work with a beautiful young woman. I felt God had sent her to me. She was very loving, seemingly innocent, sometimes unaware and often struggling. We became friends. Teaching her to notice, helped put a second floor on my own sentience. Fourteen months after my friend birthed her daughter, she was found brain dead. I was crushed. A couple of days afterward, I felt her calling me to the hospital. Walking in to the waiting room, I saw her daughter interacting with an unseen form in space. There was lightness, joy, laughter, and spirited love. Placing my hands on her to do Reiki, my consciousness merged with her voice. She shared events, feelings, words inside me. I offered her stories to the family holding space for her. She directed me, pointing distinct stories to specific persons. It was humbling, enlivening. She affirmed over and over, that she would always be available to connect with her people. Her family invited me back. I prayed, “Universe, if that was a fluke, ok. If not, let me a be channel of love and hopefulness, I offer myself to Thee.” She communicated another two hours, this time slower, easier, just as candid and clear.
At this same time, I had been taking Intuitive classes, at Plymouth Spiritualist Church and at the Purple Door. It was helpful to have confirmation that everyone has this skill within them. We are all part of the Divine, direction is at hand. If we are the canyon, the clean, clear waters of devotion flow through. I now use this active listening, this gift of prophecy (some call it Psychic Mediumship) in conjunction with Interfaith dialogue, Tarot, Emotional Freedom Technique (EFT-Tapping), Reiki, Integrated Energy, Meditation, and art. It has brought the rebirth of my soulful self. I feel as though I have been welcomed into my authenticity, wooed back to life through speaking with loved ones across death, sung into a chorus being.
Dear Holy Creator, I love you.