02/02/2026
The Burden of Truth: Why Accuracy Matters More Than Validation
It was a Saturday afternoon, and I had just finished teaching my Intuitive Development class. I’ve always believed that anyone can develop their own intuition, but sometimes, the universe tests your own abilities when you least expect it.
As I was leaving, I checked my voicemail. A woman was asking for immediate help regarding the recent, sudden death of her father. My girlfriend, Carly, drove so I could close my eyes, relax, and clear my mind to tune in.
Immediately, a vision formed: an old, brown leather recliner. In those days, I preferred not to speak to clients before a reading to ensure my impressions were unclouded by their grief. I held onto that image of the chair as we arrived at a small, wood-framed house.
Walking in, I was stunned. There, in the center of the living room, was the exact brown leather recliner from my vision. I walked straight to it and sat down. Moments later, a black dachshund jumped into my lap and fell asleep. The family gasped—this little dog was notorious for snapping at strangers. Yet, in that moment, the energy was safe. He knew.
The visions began to flow. I saw a male caregiver. I tasted crackers and orange juice. Then, I saw freshly dug flower beds and landscaping.
"I feel like your father had a male caregiver," I said. "And I see landscaping."
The daughter nodded. "There was a man working on the yard the last few days. My husband thinks he helped my dad inside when it got late, too."
"Yes," the daughter added, pointing at me. "Daddy said he would bring him a tuna sandwich in the evenings."
I was drawn to the bedroom. I laid back on the man's bed to connect further. I saw an apparition of a man moving pill bottles around on the nightstand. The narrative clicked into place: the landscaper had been messing with the medication, likely trying to spike the pills to steal from the father, but he had accidentally caused an overdose.
"He was murdered!" the daughter cried out, her grief turning to anger. "I knew it!"
This is the hardest part of being a medium. I had to stop her.
"No," I said gently but firmly. "It was an accident."
She screamed at me, desperate for her version of justice. "No one was supposed to touch his medication! It was murder!"
I held my ground. "He was trying to steal, yes. But he did not intend to kill your father. It was not murder."
Leaving the house later, Carly looked at me and let out a nervous laugh. "Damn, I think she wanted to kill you. She felt like you were defending the man who killed her father."
"I could see that," I replied. "But the truth is, if I had agreed it was murder just to make her feel better, I would have been inaccurate. My job isn't to tell people what they want to hear. It’s to tell them what I see."
Integrity is the anchor of intuition. Sometimes the truth hurts, but it is the only thing that can truly set us free.
When seeking answers, do you find it harder to accept a truth that challenges your existing narrative, or to sit with the discomfort of an unresolved "why"? Let me know in the comments - I would love to hear your thoughts on how you balance your own gut instincts with the facts in front of you.
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