Not all intuitives have it together

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I’m writing from bed, so forgive me if there are any mistakes.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m really doing any good. It’s the simplest question I ask myself almost every day, whether I’m really doing any good and helping people. Part of doing what I do is feeling everything on a deeper level. Not just my own emotions but everyone else’s emotions too and that makes me get mired down in the muck sometimes. I spent tonight trying to get organized for this week and answer my ridiculous flow of email and I found myself getting overwhelmed. People are waiting for their readings, responses to emails, advice, help with spiritual problems, general chatter, and so forth. I found myself sitting there staring at all of it, not sure where to start and ready to not do any of it. (Don’t worry – I am doing it.) I wish I knew how to explain it to people. In order for me to function as an intuitive, I have to be in good mental, physical and emotional condition. I haven’t been lately. I got thrown off track with my leg injury last month and I’m only just now starting to really pull it back together again.

What right do I have to offer people spiritual assistance and advice when I go through these moments of struggle? Should I not be leading by example? Am I not supposed to be a pillar of efficiency and strength for those who really need help?

I don’t feel worthy of the responsibilities I’ve been given with this lifetime. Who decided I’m strong enough to carry the burden of being able to see the past, the spirit world, and the pain of others so clearly? I don’t feel like people believe in me enough, that my intentions are in a higher place and I am a woman of my word. Sometimes it takes me a lot longer to do things and unfortunately I work on their clock too (spirits) and they don’t always see the business practicality of it. I don’t like charging money for readings but I have to in order to survive. All other forms of income I try never work. It’s like the universe keeps telling me, “You are working for us over here so you’re not allowed to do anything else.” I keep my fees as low as I can but I don’t make enough as it is. Who does, really?

I think I’m more frustrated because I know doing readings for peanuts is not my whole purpose. I don’t feel like I’m reaching enough people. Seeing so much pain, suffering and lack of spiritual understanding in this world actually causes me grief like I’m not personally doing enough healing work. I have felt this sense of responsibility since I was a child. It isn’t anything new. Now that I’m a few months away from 30, however, that responsibility is pressing on me even more. Am I doing enough? Have I really honestly helped anyone improve the course of their soul’s journey? Or am I failing with the gifts I’ve been given because I struggle to be satisfied in my personal journey?

But then, tomorrow I will get up and keep going like I do every day. I’ve made it 30 years without a strong support system who truly understands this life. I can survive another 30. Maybe I am stronger than I look. I may not always understand why I have this responsibility and why I have it alone but I don’t have any other choice than to keep moving forward, hoping I touch a few lives and teach a few lessons handed to me by the universe.

I suppose the moral of this story is just because you see an intuitive, medium, whatever you want to call it, doing good work doesn’t always mean they have it together. Some are lucky to be thriving with what they are but many do struggle. It can be a lonely life of not feeling understood and struggling to really form intimate connections with regular people. The act of doing readings and doing spiritual work leaves the intuitive exposed because there has to be an exchange of energy. That’s a very intimate experience. For that reason, many of us are very emotionally guarded when we are not working unless we recognize one of our own kind.

Be kind, be gentle and be patient with people who have a raw nerve exposed to the spirit world. It can be hard for us to live with one foot here and one foot there.

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Can you hear me now?

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Do not adjust your computers! This is just a test to see if my new plugin to automatically post new blogs on Facebook and Twitter works. Work work work wooooork!

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I went to Paris last night

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Something a little eerie happened to me last night. I had a dream about being in Paris last night and walking around the city, which in itself is not weird because people do commonly have travel dreams. Sometimes it’s just the brain rehashing images collected from that day but sometimes it’s a soul going for an astral trip. Astral travel is something every soul on the planet does but most don’t even realize it. A lot of us remember it the next day and fewer people can do it at will. I’m going to tell you this very private story because I want you to learn from it. I want you to learn the importance of keeping a dream journal.

For some reason during the dream state in Paris, I knew I was astral. I knew I was on a mission. I said to myself, “I should try to find my family since I’m here,” and by family, I meant I thought I should look for evidence of my family from my 1700s past life. So I was walking around trying to figure out where I was and there were lots of people walking up and down this very wide street lined by beautiful white buildings with different colored roofs, though most were gray. I knew it was one of the boulevards because they all look that way. I stopped a man with a pot belly and perfect French came out of my mouth asking him what street this was called. I don’t speak French very well but apparently I can in the astral state. The pot bellied man called me mademoiselle and said I was on Boulevard du C… – the last part faded during the night and I couldn’t grasp it in the morning. At the time, something in my head thought that wasn’t the right name but I thanked him and went on my way.

Along my walking, I found a cemetery and I was pulled into it. There were wrought iron fences around the cemetery but I found the gate and it was eerily empty. I found graves that I knew were my family from the previous life but there were no bodies. It was more like a monument to my family who was killed in the revolution. I was trying so hard to remember the names but all I remember now was looking at my father’s name and the first four letters were CONT, I think. Whether that was a last name or a first name, I’m not sure.

The cemetery I walked by kind of looked like this but there were a lot more above ground graves.

The good news is I was able to figure out which boulevard began my journey. I looked up Paris boulevards and saw one called Boulevard du Crime. If you remember, I had thought it wasn’t the right name for it when I asked the pot bellied man. I read more about it and found out that its real name is Boulevard du Temple but after the city was reorganized in the 1830s, people started calling it Boulevard du Crime because of all the theaters there playing crime melodramas. In the time that I lived in Paris in the 1780s-1790s, it was a fashionable place to go walking, there were about half a dozen theaters there, cafes, etc. I looked on a map and found that it was not too far from where I lived. Theoretically, I could have been there before for some reason, though I don’t know what exactly and I’m not sure that it was called the Boulevard du Temple in my time. Maybe it was. I don’t know.

Here’s the lesson for you. I could kick myself for not writing down the details as soon as I woke up because there were things I needed to know there that have faded now. I was looking at the names I needed to find myself and them but I only have four letters tonight. Learn from my mistake.

ALWAYS WRITE DOWN DETAILS FROM YOUR DREAMS!

If I had followed my own advice, I would have absorbed more information from my astral trip.

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