This article, and a few more to follow, are the inside story of the life and tribulations of a well respected medium. The goal of this article is to help other sensitive members learn to use their gifts and help others. Big thanks to Cassadee for sharing her story and leading from the front.
Sometimes I feel like an opening sequence to a popular television show. I just want to look at people when I introduce myself and paraphrase that popular beginning to fit myself, because I feel like it’s the only way people will see me and understand me for who I am. I would smile, extend my hand, and then I would say:
“My name is Cassadee Willows. I might be just like you, except that from the time I was a little girl, I knew I could talk to the dead. They’re stuck here because they have unfinished business with the living, and they come to me for help. In order to tell you my story, I have to tell you theirs.”
That way, people could know up front who I am; what I am. They would have the chance to run then, instead of figuring it out later, and then struggle to figure me out. But I don’t do that, because it’s not who I am. I spent years trying to figure out who that girl was and why she had this gift, and in those years, I hid what I did from mostly everyone, and, for a long time, even from my family. As much as I hate to admit this, it’s shows like this that made what I do easier, more mainstream, and gave me the platform to talk about it and help others without people running away in terror, hands in the air, trying to find the first priest that would exorcise me or asylum that would commit me.
I was that little girl who would lie awake in my bed at night and watch the old lady knit her way until dawn in a rocking chair that I knew wasn’t really there. But no matter how much I knew that, every night she would appear with her rocking chair in the very same corner and knit. I never told anyone until we moved, because I thought I was crazy. I would sleep with my mom or refuse to sleep without the television on.
