Hello, my name is Rebekah and I am a recovering soul trapped in a body.

I can’t really tell you how many times I have reincarnated or what heaven looks like. I can, however, communicate with the other side.

This endowment or skill may very well be the result of my motorcycle wreck when I was 17. I don’t know why I am psychic—yes psychics can not know things—and I know it is a really cool gift to have.

My work in the world looks like me owning my own private practice and legitimizing my skills via my Graduate Degree from Naropa University. I have a Masters and I am learning to be a master. (Hang in there because we are getting to the good stuff.)

Just the other day I came home from my counseling practice and contentedly exclaimed to my roommates, “Today was a really good day because I got to talk to dead people.”

They both chuckled and said, “Now that is something you don’t hear every day—well, not until living with you.”

So, for the last few months—six to be exact—I have been dealing with having lost the love of my life to a stupid break-up. We parted ways in September of last year. This man is an artist and if a unicorn could be incarnated into a body it is in the body of my ex. He is not only physically beautiful but he has a heart of gold.

Suffice it to say, I’ve not been successful at getting over him.

So after a few failed attempts at just being his friend and in a moment of utter collapse about this fact, I started in on a conversation with my roommate about moving forward. I was just complaining really. We talked about what “went wrong.” About an hour into our conversation I was able to recognize that it is wonderful to remember all the fun I’ve had with my ex and it sucks to miss us.

My roommate continued to banter back and forth with me, offer me insightful reflections and through the conversation was brought to his own realization of his wants and needs.

Then my roommate asked me to read his tarot cards.

I happily obliged.

I got up from the chair I had been curled up and soaking in remorse in and got my three Tarot card decks. We sat across from each other on the living room floor. I shuffled the cards and casually talked to him about what he was wanting from the reading. He said, “I don’t know. I just know I want a reading.”

So, I let him know that the cards would match the energy of what was most present in his life at this time. I continued to shuffle.

Then they—energies from the other side, angels and my mom (1949-2007)—started to communicate with me. They told me I was to do three different readings for him with my three different decks. I shared that communication with him.

Then I pulled the first set of cards. They reflected back to him that his days of feeling lonely and worthless were coming to a close and he has some family issues to heal and attend to.

The next two set of cards I pulled communicated the message to transform past anger into healing.

(Tarot cards tend to deliver a general message that reflects current energies.)

He thanked me for his reading and then I went back and curled up in my chair. At this point the gates were so open, ghost busters could have showed up. They didn’t.

Instead I got some really clear and unexpected communications about my ex. My roommate kindly listened as I channeled what the other side was sharing.

They told me that my ex was a powerful force in my life and he was placed in my life on purpose. I received the communication that if he was going to leave my life then let him leave and if he came back, he would come back all the way; if he didn’t then I am not supposed to worry about it. They expounded on this by saying, “There are things that need to be put in place to support what you have been asking for.”

The challenge of being a medium is that I still have to live life in a sequential order. There is no skipping of steps. My timing and divine timing often exist on a different timeline. So, yes, I have an issue with being patient.

The general and applicable point of all of this is to let you know that:

People are placed in your life on purpose. It is divinely organized. So don’t worry so much about the comings and goings. Just focus on loving and allowing yourself to be loved.

Trust me, as sweet as this revelation is, I would rather have had them say, “Your ex is still in love with you and he is going to propose to you next week!” That didn’t happen.

What does happen is that even in our most chaotic hours, there is a cosmic plan unfolding. Not only are people placed in your life on purpose but your life is happening on purpose. I can’t pretend to be Stephen Hawking or know the mystery of existence. But I do know this for sure—love never dies.

It flows through us.

It changes us. It shifts concurrent with willingness to be aware that we are more than meets the eyes. And, as much as it sucks in the moment, you don’t always get what you want, but you do get what you signed up for.

Look at it like this: the cosmic plan is the fertile soul in the garden and our choices are the seeds. Yes, I used a garden metaphor—they told me to.

In other words, if you find yourself worrying about the job you are in or need to get; if you wish he or she would come back or leave; if you are concerned about the great unknown or immovable anxiety—do two things.

First, focus on being grateful for what you have accomplished thus far—a way to dust off some Karma.

Second, don’t worry. Most of the crap that is happening isn’t up to you. So just participate. Do the best you can. Really, it is good enough!

I have to remind myself of this every day. Lastly, I’ve discovered that the fond memories of my past keep me stuck there unless I make a conscious effort to take action to create and allow for a really fantastic future. In other words, being psychic is a really cool gift and I still have to live my life. We all do.

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