And for my next act, I had the pleasure of sitting down with a spiritual, light-hearted man name Seth Browder. He takes us on his journey through twists and turns, as he finds himself.
My youth involved growing up in Colorado Springs. At the age of nine, I experienced my first apparition—my best friend, Joel, visited me after being struck by a semi-truck, two days after his death. Several months later, Joel visited again, and prompted me to speak my truths about the abduction I experienced when I was molested by a man who lived down the street.
These are my beginnings as a medium, as a gifted being, who remembers the conversations between my mother and grandmother who spoke of spirits that visited them. These are my beginnings as a magick practitioner, who studied the occult, because of a father’s curiosity with the undead, the unusual, the paranormal. My father, a self-proclaimed ghost hunter, an avid vampire/werewolf chaser, used me as his conduit, his connection to the other side, his translator to the dead, while we drove around Manitou Springs in a 1963 Mercury Comet, and a trunk filled with paranormal hunting supplies.
My whole life, I was considered a freak. I began to believe I was a freak who fell into darkness after my abduction. With personal attempts to end my life, I was placed into recovery for a year. I was situated in therapy when alcohol abuse became my father, and my sexual-identity became a sin—I was the freak people perceived me to be. Then, in my late-teens, I had the strength to leave Colorado Springs to find myself in the world, thereafter.
I found myself in Seattle, Washington, where I began to hone my gifts by studying the craft of magick. Attuned to Reiki, and eventually becoming a Reiki Master Teacher myself, I taught natural healers to awaken their own gifts within themselves and sharpen their abilities to communicate with the deceased. As a teacher, I introduced rituals to my students who healed others, but also healed me as their guide when balance restored itself.
After meeting my partner, a part of me questioned myself as a spiritual practitioner, a healer, and/or a guide; a part of me went dormant when I began to excessively drink alcohol and inhaled two packs of cigarettes on a daily basis. At thirty-years-old, I had a heart attack. My whole life was in question.
My partner and I moved to Santa Fe, New Mexico. There, I was awakened slightly as I began to see more than just the ancient spirits of the land. I began to feel myself again, when the spirits of my partner’s childhood woke me in the dead of sleep. While in Santa Fe, I began to experience the eccentricities of the landscape and appreciated the spirits that surrounded me and guided me as I journeyed to regain bits of me that were lost in transition.
Being a medium has never been easy, I should add, but it has been healing, especially after the loss of my pépère, who helped me accept my gifts as a medium when he came to visit me during the worst times of my life. My mother is also my guide, as she has reminded me to acknowledge my growth as a communicator. She, too, contains similar gifts.
I can say I can come from a lineage of mediums, but I am unsure; however, my whole family can attest to their own abilities to see or feel or hear what is not present. I am unsure how far my power has been within our growing family, but I know the strength of my ancestors are with us.
Self-healing has been an important process in my practice. Working with Archangel Magick, I have been able to utilize the hierarchy as guides in finding other natural-born mediums, who needed guidance during their own confrontations of self-worth. With the support of friends, teachers, and spiritual leaders, I have been granted a sight to view the unseen; I have been granted a sight to help find the lost; I have been granted a sight to guide others into their own safety.
I recently lost my father, in the midst of returning to Colorado Springs. He is now part of the guides who help me when I need assistance. The scent of cigarettes fills my home whenever he is near. I no longer smoke, I no longer drink, I no longer work as an assistant for an abusive alcoholic who dissuaded me from ever believing in my own self-importance.
With the help of an apothecary in Manitou Springs, I created an all-natural lotion that aides the healing process after any tattooing. Because of my own skin issues with eczema, my lotion has soothed the aches and pains for those who suffer eczema and psoriasis. My kitchen is now my office, my laboratory, my reason to attain self-assurance in practicing healing for others; more importantly, healing me from those who create maltreatment, but also create a magick to heal the world.
Confidence is what I found, in the experience, to attract what I needed to succeed. The light I am surrounded by gleams and feeds itself to the world for others to ingest and receive nourishment. I provide strength.
My creation will help others, my ability of sight will guide others, my presence will empower others to find themselves, and view the world through different light.
My light is theirs to share.
My partner and I have been in Colorado Springs for the past five years. I married my best friend. Our family has blossomed into three cats, six dogs, a tank full of fish. We own a house with a garden filled with anomalies where plants are arranged to resonate with beauty. It’s a sanctuary I built for myself; it’s a sanctuary for anyone who needs to get away. I built it for those to sit and breathe and watch the mountains. My mother is currently in remission for breast cancer. She is healing and recovering.
We are healing and recovering.
We will sit and wait inside our sanctuary as we breathe.
If you are interested in a reading or teaching under Seth Browder, you may contact him here. If you are interested in his healing lotion, you may contact him here. Follow him on Instagram: @sethbrowder76 .
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