Putting My Marriage On The Line For The Spirit World

It came to the point that I could no longer hide things from my husband. My dreams, visions, thoughts, spooky friends, cards, crystals, incense-burning days, readings, and Angels, were all so upfront and center there was no way to conceal it. There was just no way. After much thought about stepping out 100%, not only to my husband but to myself, I decided to do it on one blistery hot summer night.

Hubs and I were in our yard enjoying a beautiful cicada singing night. The lights on the pergola were like candlelight; the smell of flowers and green grass was in the air, and we were in weekend mode, ready to enjoy the night.

Music was on, and the tequila was flowing because, without it, I don’t know if I’d have the guts to do what I was about to do. The next few sentences that were to come out of my mouth were the most important words that I had ever said to my husband since we got married. The thing is, I knew that I was putting my marriage on the line, but I had no choice; I HAD TO step into my power and be authentic to me; I could no longer hide.

Sweating and shaking simultaneously, I told him that I had something important to say. God knows what was going through his head. Is she having an affair? Is she sick? Wants a divorce? Is a lesbian? Who knew? And I felt terrible for him, knowing how scared he must have been, but I was just as frightened.

Looking into his eyes, I told him that what I was about to say may affect our marriage, but I had to be true to who I am, and there was no way of hiding it anymore.

“You know how I see strange things in the house and tell you about my odd dreams and experiences?”

“Yea,” he said.

“Well, there’s a lot that I don’t tell you, because I’m afraid you won’t love me anymore or that you’ll want a divorce, because it’s just too weird.”

He just sat there looking at me with a blank expression; at least that’s what I saw through my tequila eyes.

“I’m pretty sure I’m a psychic medium. I see spirit people, crossover confused spirits, I see Angels, and I’m pretty sure I time travel. This is who I am. I can’t hide it anymore from you because it’s just too big. Do you still love me?”

My heart felt like it went out of my ass. It literally left my body, and for what felt like an hour, I couldn’t breathe. I looked at him, waiting for his response. I was seconds away from crying.

“Donna, I knew who you were a long time ago when I married you. You can’t hide everything from me; I see a lot. I love you for who you are, always!”

I couldn’t believe my ears! “What? It’s ok? You’re not going to divorce me?”

“No,” he said, “I love you!”

We both started crying and hugging, hugging, and crying. We went inside to our bar, poured yet another drink, and toasted each other. We had the music on and kissed each other like it was our first. We danced naked that night, together, heart to heart, soul to soul. I never felt closer to any person in my life, fully, 100% accepted, no secrets, no holding back.

After living through that experience and looking back on it, I can’t even imagine how awful it must feel for people who are still in their closets. The only thing that should be in the closet is clothes, not people’s lives, feelings, or emotions.

“Out of all the scary, odd things I’ve seen and experienced in my life, so far, this one was on the top of the list.”

Once you accept who you are, things really start to unfold. As I accepted my life and came out of my spiritual closet, things really started to move forward. Not only do the people around you see that your life has changed spiritually, but Spirit notices as well. You become a bright light to the spirit world, and they are attracted to you like a moth to a light. Be ready for this. Coming out to my husband was a huge milestone in my life. Like my life was not unique enough, now I have my husband in the mix. I was worried about how I would move forward and if I was to put any filters on what I do in the upcoming months and years.

You can only imagine what was going through my mind at this point, coming out and telling my husband that I am a psychic medium. Now, what do I do? Where do I go? I’m usually not the type of person who jumps into anything without giving it a little thought first. So I figured time was my friend and time I took.

*This is a chapter from my book, From Color To The Cosmos: Inside The Mind of A Medium.