My morning meditation took me to a memory of when I was 17 years old and in college. I had a dream, the first dream I ever had in which I could see faces, of my boyfriend making out with another girl. The "feel" of this dream was different. It bothered me deeply all day. My friends tried to assure me that it was just a dream, but I couldn't shake the feel of it. After my classes that day, I drove the 45 minutes to his house. The girl from my dream answered the door and I was dumbfounded. Speechless. I physically could not speak. There were so many emotions running through me at that time. He was not there, she was friends with his younger sister, two years younger than I, and running her mouth. Her first words to me, as she looked me up and down in the way that teenage girls do, were, "You must be Crystal." Then she went on to say, "Well I've been seeing him for a while and I might be pregnant." I just stood there a little dizzy and varying from wanting to punch her in the mouth (I was feisty then) to wanting to throw up. It was when she said the next words that clarity hit me hard. She said, "I just want him here right now to say which one of us he wants." I looked at her, laughed, and said, "You can HAVE him!" I walked away with my head held high, got in my car, and sobbed the whole 45 minutes home.

The next day, with swollen eyes, I came to a realization of how much that dream taught me. I had always had feelings about people and had sometimes had dreams that came to fruition as well as many déjà vu incidences. Most psychics will tell you that it is very hard to be psychic with yourself because of the emotions that are all tied into a situation or relationship. I had a feeling that this boyfriend was a cheater, but had ignored the signs. Fortunately, my guides would not let me keep ignoring the signs. The  "crispness" of this dream and the ability to see the faces was all new to me. It opened up a new way of seeing for me as well. The whole experience showed me  to trust my gut and not to be talked out of my feelings. It was an unfortunate experience, but it taught me so much about discernment when it comes to personal relationships and friendships. I have learned to ask the hard questions, even when I know the answer and don't want to hear it, to trust my gut, and let it be if it doesn't feel right. It is not always easy to walk away, but I am thankful for this gift.

What special gifts have your guides given you to help you with discernment?

                                                                             Sisterhood

When I was a little, I was never really close with girls. As I got older, it continued. Looking back, I think that being psychic made me overly sensitive to their judgment of how I looked, what I was wearing, which boy I was friends with, or whatever other hundreds of reasons girls come up with to not like another girl. I never understood that feeling around girls, so I mostly stayed away from them. I did have a few close girl friends as I was growing up. Mostly they were girls who didn't get along with other girls either. Sometimes we grew apart and sometimes they did me wrong, which took me right back to questioning why I was even friends with them in the first place. I was mostly friends with boys. And lots of them. They were simple - they were either your friends or they weren't. Sometimes they became more than friends. But for the most part it was simple. And that's how it was into my adulthood.

When I was in my twenties and was explaining this to a dear second cousin of mine, she told me, "Honey, one day when you are older, you will appreciate the company of other women." I didn't question her,  I simply took what she said and tucked it away for later. She always had these little gems of knowledge given in a non-judgmental way similar to the way my grandmother gave advice. I must have known that one was special because I remember the scene and the words exactly.

 I am now at that "one day." Somehow, over the years, I have accumulated a tribe of sisters. Some I have known longer than others and some I have known for many lifetimes. These sisters are there for me through all of my emotions - happiness, sadness, triumphs, disappointments, self-doubt, curiosity, silliness, seriousness - and they all, like human guardian angels, come forth with different attributes and advice that make me a better me. I have my go-to sisters for specific reasons. The ones that will tell it like it is and know me well enough to call me on my wrongdoings. The ones that help me plan my dreams. The ones that I "work 'til we drop" and "laugh 'til we pee" with. The ones that just call me because they feel something isn't right. The ones that will cheer me on and cry with me all in the same sitting. I have learned how to be there for them both silently and on the forefront. I have fought side by side with them and for them through their struggles. We may not talk every day, but we know that each other will be there at the drop of a hat if asked. They are not all related by blood, but nonetheless, these women are my sisters. I may not have had this my whole life, but I cherish every moment I have with them now. Thank you, Ladies!

Have you established your sisterhood yet?