The Psychic Ice Cream Shop

Originally posted on Nov 26, 2019 on medium.com/@shamandao

Photo by Amy Shamblen on Unsplash

I was shown in my meditation a vision of an ice cream shop, a psychic ice cream shop. This was after a very loving and kind ongoing client of mine asked me a spiritual question after spiritual question layered in our very short conversation. These were not your average, “how’s it going or how was your trip,” questions but more along the lines of specific mediumship questions about the afterlife. Questions I would usually charge for.

When we hung up the phone, I decided to sit in meditation because something felt off to me and then a vision of a lavender and cotton candy ice cream shop showed itself to me.

Visions sometimes show themselves at face value but from my experience, each vision is a representation of a deeper meaning from the coloring to the items to the people. What you see is usually not what it means, it’s up to each one of us to decipher what the message truly is.

As I opened my eyes, I understood that I was the ice cream shop, that is my storefront and the ice cream inside of my store is my knowledge, my know-how, my psychic mediumship abilities and all my extra sensory abilities that I have scooped out to customers when they come in. Each one of their sundaes and cones different from the last client.

I want to let you in on a little secret, even I, a person who teaches boundaries and self-love to many falter once in a while. I sometimes muddle the black and white line subconsciously to grey and there’s no one else to blame but myself. But instead of beating myself over it, I acknowledge what just happened, I accept my cause with some gentle and kind self-talk and let it go.

There have been people who have come into my shop and I would be giving away all the yummy ice cream I have sourced from around the world, ingredients from the densest parts of the Amazon Rainforest to remote villages not on google maps. Spending years and tears to produce exact recipes on some that would rival any other shops. I became a master at releasement, a master of a particular flavor and there I was, just giving it away.

We can all learn from our mistakes.

“You used to be codependent? A people pleaser? A ‘yes,’ woman?” a new found friend asked me.

“Yes, yes to all of the above,” I responded to a friend abroad when we had a conversation about codependency.

I was that person who would immediately say, ‘yes,’ to doing a favor, even though I didn’t know what the favor was or how it would affect my life. I was also the person who would rearrange my schedule to accommodate this favor because I would feel bad saying no if I had already said yes.

I would allow someone else’s needs in front of my own because I just wanted everyone to be happy, forgetting about my own needs.

There are a lot, I mean a lot of healers, men and women, especially women who are people pleasers with hearts of compassion and souls of gold. They love to give, please and help, everyone except themselves. Each one of these women owns an ice cream shop; a reiki one, a healing one, a shaman one, what have you. But we don’t post our prices on a wall behind us, we are the prices.

In order for each one of us to maintain our store, we have to continually update our ingredients (healing abilities), cleanse the supplies (mind and soul) and make sure our storefront is polished and clean (physical) and it all takes work. We are all works in progress.

The moment my claircognizant ability smacked me in my face (because it was tired of waiting for me to acknowledge it), I made compounded decisions and sacrifices to become the best version of me I could be for myself, for my family, friends and clients.

I’ve been a vegan for the last three years for the animals, so that I could cleanse my physical body of any heavy, lower vibrational foods to assist in the fluidity of channeling because we are all one.

I left a very lucrative position in a company where my income on was on auto-pilot. Everyone thought I was crazy and even told me at that time when I left the company. My dears, I’ve been called worse in these last few years.

I made a conscious decision to detach from a four-year relationship with someone who loved me and I loved him. As I was awakening, I was nursing a broken heart on the floor, crying myself to sleep.

I spent every bit of my money traveling the ends of the Earth to follow my intuition, to hone every bit of belief inside of me to find those who align with me and could heal me; Grand Masters, Mother Earth and Pachamama who took away the darkness that once boomeranged back to me from the karmic disparage from past events and clients.

I listened to the voice inside of me which told me that this was a physical alone journey, one where my entire life relied on another.

But I was never alone, always in the arms of God and the security of my Angels and spirit guides. Those nights where I would feel arms wrap around me and lead me to bed in my home where it was only me. Those days where I would feel the wind against my face, moments I would close my eyes and feel safe. Every single feather in my path reminded me to keep going and the constant repetition of numbers that let me know that I’m never alone.

After my meditation, I emailed my client to clarify the costs on particular scoops of ice cream in my shop. She happily obliged because she knew how delicate and intricate each scoop was, she knew the value she had been receiving and is receiving.

I used to have this invsible sign outside my shop that said, ‘Take all you want, for free,” and I would be left with nothing at the end of the day. My energy would be depleted and my storefront would be without supplies and there there was no one to blame, but me. It’s taken me a long time to get to this point in my life and sometimes life happens and I forget my value and that’s okay.

I just pick myself back up, make sure my sign has what I need on it and the costs of my services and begin again. We can always begin again.

Blessed be.