I’ve always been psychic. People ask, “When did you know?” As soon as I knew I could breathe, I think! As time progressed my gift only expanded. Today I recognize my ability as my true calling, my own truest path, and I treat it with great responsibility and gratitude although, through the years there were times when I repressed the gift and looked in every other direction than the obvious. As a child I’d know about events in advance, people’s lives I didn’t “know”, sense the history and events of places I’d visit, feel the strong presence of a loved one who had crossed over, receive “messages” from them, and others. I knew I was different when I realized that not everyone around me was seeing or sensing what I was. My mother always knew too, and always listened. She herself is clairaudient and clairsentient, and my daughter has psychic gifts of her own. My parents were supportive of my abilities, and this allowed me to follow my own inner compass unencumbered, and to authentically work to help others with my abilities. Still, I didn’t readily share my gifts or experiences with everyone as a child. At that time, although I knew it was a gift from God, and in the history of my own family, I didn’t quite know what to do with it. I did know I felt extremely protective of it. I'd read “Life After Life,” by Raymond Moody by age ten, and around that time I was inspired as well by Elizabeth Kuebler Ross who wrote “On Death and Dying,” trying to learn about the spiritual world I was experiencing beyond the veil. I practiced testing myself around people and places to see if what I “saw” could be proven later. A reverend I knew guided me then as I believe he does now, and taught me of spirit guides, angels, and faith. As a teen I became more comfortable with my psychic insights and learned that the “pictures” I saw were meaningful to people other than myself, and that there is a thin veil between this world and the other side. During this time I was also experiencing the loss of many loved ones and the grief broke me open to possibility as I became further aware that there is more to this life than the parameters of our physical existence. In addition, two near death experiences further increased my abilities and awareness. I started to talk about some of my psychic experiences with friends, family, and strangers alike. If I “saw” something I felt compelled to tell that person or it didn’t go away.
As a student at the University of Michigan I became aware of incredible signs and synchronicities pointing me in the direction of what would become my life’s work. The obvious was my path all along, and I was to help others by utilizing it. It took years to, as I describe it, reign in the wild horses, and learn that I could turn it on and off, control the opening and closing of that door most of the time. I learned that although some information would always come through at random times, I would eventually read people with great focus and awareness.
I met author Dannion Brinkley while living in San Francisco and was reminded of the truest feeling of connectedness that we are, and was inspired by his experience to later become involved with hospice training. As he says, “We are not human beings as much as spiritual beings having a human experience.” Later I had the fortunate experience of training with a Mayan shaman from Guatemala, Roman Gomez, who would smile at me and say, “You are a psychic, this is what you are here to do...to help people.”
Today I honor my work, not only as a full time profession, but as my own life path, and share with care what I “see” specific to the individual. I can feel one’s happiness, feel one's pain, and see the forest for the trees when one can’t. In essence, I can help, and some would say help a lot, and that’s the greatest gift of the gift.
Thank you for being here….I invite you to take a look around.
"Wendy Piepenburg is a gift to us from the other side." ~Michelle