Recently, I had a discovery call with a woman. She had found me from Googling. She was looking for someone to help her with trauma and she wanted to work with someone in Connecticut because she was moving to Connecticut.
But somehow, even though, she had found me from a search she didn’t know I was a healer and a medium.
Once I told her that I was a healer and a medium and described the work that I did she became so fearful.
I am an empath so I could feel her fear towards me. It was the oddest feeling. I am the type of person people tell me everything, the type of person strangers open up to upon meeting, the type of person people say they feel joyful just to be around. And yet, a woman who needed my help was fearful of my titles. We had a nice rapport but once I said I was not a coach but a healer, she froze. In a timid voice, she asked how I became a medium.
“I thought you were a coach,” she said.
“I do offer recommended action steps like a coach,” I said, “but I do much more. I wear many hats. My sessions are deep.”