The Voice of Spirit

I am a wife, a mother, a sister and a daughter who has a gift: I can communicate with loved ones who have crossed over. I have been aware of this ability - or gift - since I was five, but it wasn’t until many years later, that I wanted to learn more about spirituality and understand the messages I was receiving because I had always thought they were just my intuition. I decided to attend an Angel Intuitive course conducted by Doreen Virtue. It was there that I discovered it wasn’t my intuition talking to me at all but actually the voices of people’s loved ones who had crossed over to the spirit world. That was the point at which I recognised that I was actually a medium and had the ability to speak – hear and see – to people who had passed. I consider this ability to be a gift from God which must not be abused, but neither does it make my life easy to live. Growing up in Greystanes, a suburb in Western Sydney, I was often labelled “a freak” or called “stupid” by my peers and relatives because I preferred to play with my imaginary friends instead of with other kids, and, of course, I would say things that startled people. I later realised that, contrary to their hurtful labels, I was not stupid in the academic sense. As I developed my spiritual awareness, though, I also came to understand that it was my family and friends’ uncertainty or ignorance about the spirit world that made them unable to appreciate the beauty and wonder of it all. My father used to say to family and friends, “There goes Judy....she’s off in Judy Land,” because I often didn’t respond to people who were trying to talk to me. He said it so often that it became a running joke in my family. A blank look would descend on my face, eyes glazed staring off into space. That was when I would go to my happy place to escape my surroundings. I noticed that I was the only one in my family with this unusual ability, something which came in handy, especially during fights with my sisters or when I wanted to avoid doing my math homework with my father.