Happy 2011!!

The day after ringing in this past New Year with the man I plan to spend the rest of my life with, it looked like that life was coming to an abrupt end.

The only time I really ever had a severe headache was 22 years ago, when I had a near-death experience from a cerebral aneurysm. I'd been told in a dream 2 nights before that passage that I would have a choice to live or die, and not to be frightened. When my brain exploded, I felt pain, but not fear. I realized it was up to me to decide if and when it was "happy trails" time.  In the end, of course, I chose to stay. I knew I had more work to do.

That's why the blinding headache, skyrocketing blood pressure, nausea and wooziness that held me in its grip New Year's Day 2011, and kept me in the local emergency room for 6 hours, was such a shock. I'd had no conscious prior warning. In fact everything had seemed to be going so well -- I was deeply in love, my recently published autobiography, Psychic or Psychotic? Memoirs of a Happy Medium, is starting to get national attention, I'm helping a wonderful new friend create a spiritual program the Oprah Winfrey Network might be interested in airing, and I'm doing readings and workshops guiding people to their own natural intuitive abilities.

Sitting in the ER fighting back another wave of nausea, with Steve calmly holding me close, I had one of those enlightenment moments. I wasn't afraid to die -- I'd briefly flat-lined with the aneurysm in 1989 and rather enjoyed the experience. But I realized something more important -- I was actually afraid to truly live.

Truly Living meant completely coming out of the spiritual closet to claim my psychic abilities, no matter what judgments and ridicule might follow. Those ghosts of childhood hurts take some serious exorcising. Truly Living meant throwing myself into promoting my book, doing national radio and TV interviews, blogging, committing to speaking at all kinds of events. It was being all psychic, all the time, and encouraging others to claim their own magnificent intuitive and spiritual power. It was, basically, committing to walking the high-wire of life without a net.

Right there in Mission Hospital, under the relentless glare of florescent lights, I realized, for the second time this life, that I wasn't done. I've decided to embrace love again, and my authentic, weird and passionate self. I'm rededicated to making spiritual and intuitive awareness mainstream, and damn the torpedoes. I have positive, practical information and techniques to share, and I'm again sincerely honored, humbled and thrilled to do it. It's time to just claim it. So let's DO this!

Hello.  I'm Jonna Rae. I'm a psychic.