Over the past year, I’ve been taking psychic classes. I’ve learned how to ground myself and manage my energy. I’ve also started to see pictures in my mind. Whenever I sit down to practice reading, I feel giddy, like a kid discovering something magical. The images that come to me often feel unexpected, and I have no idea what they mean. I’m learning to be patient with them, allowing them to form and grow at their own pace—like watching a flower bloom.
A big part of this practice is staying neutral. I try not to project my judgments or opinions onto the images I see.
This has been a profound growth period for me. It’s opened my eyes to just how judgmental I can be. It feels like I’ve been looking at the world through cataracts,
I’m deeply grateful for my spiritual practice. In the past, realizing how judgmental I was might have led me to judge myself even more—layer upon layer, like the sculpture Karma by Do Ho Suh, where the same pattern repeats endlessly.
Now, I’m learning what it means to break that pattern. It starts with being kind and gentle with myself, offering myself grace. It’s about knowing what I need to learn and moving forward with love and gentleness.
When I practice psychic readings, I’ve had to slow down and ask myself: Am I seeing what’s there or what I think about what’s there? These are two very different worlds, and this practice has taught me to navigate between them with more clarity and compassion.
If you’ve ever felt stuck in a pattern of judgment or self-doubt, I hope my experience encourages you to slow down, look inward, and give yourself the grace to grow. Who knows? You might discover something magical waiting to bloom.