What if you had an amazing ability, you stepped up and learned how to use it, and one day it all came together in a perfect moment? I saw that happen yesterday with a friend who is also one of my intuitive students.

Now, when people come to me for intuitive mentoring I tell them that all of our work, whatever it is, has value, and that their intuitive work may surprise them. I encourage them to learn how to use any ability that shows up: how else do you find what perfectly fits you and makes a difference—to you and to the world?

The truth is, developing our intuitive skills requires an open-minded, patient, tolerant worldview. Humans are actually the most limited beings out there—we have no idea what kind of jobs are out there, so we limit opportunities, or miss them altogether.

Working with the dead is one of those opportunities.

Now my friend started out learning to talk with animals, and for a long time she resisted talking with anything else. She’s one of the strongest clairaudients I know, so I challenged her to broaden her worldview and learn to talk with trees and other beings. She resisted, worried, like I used to be, that learning to talk with other beings meant she would somehow lose the ability to talk with animals.

Not true. Reassured, she opened up and had many fun, inspiring conversations with other beings. She learned the philosophy of communication we teach at Alchemy West, and she blossomed because she put ego aside and simply learned how to relate to other beings as equals. She was fascinated at how complex the universe really is.

And then the dead started showing up.

That’s when my crystal partner, Fallon, and I started to teach her how we work with the dead, from start to finish. She also started working with my dad, who runs what I call The Way Station for Dead Things on the Other Side, and several deceased animals (and yes, I’m a bit jealous that she works with my dad so often, he’s my dad). Lately I’ve had her set specific times and days of the week to help the dead move on, and it’s working quite well.

Of course you know this story is going to end up a bit of a tearjerker, because, as life goes, it all came together for my friend yesterday, when her mother died. They had a rocky relationship for a long time (my friend’s mom was, to say the least, not a nice person). When the end was clearly in sight I encouraged my friend to make peace, which she did. I woke up in the middle of the night yesterday, with my dad telling me my friend’s mother had died but she wasn’t with him.

In future articles I will explain more about how Fallon and I work with the dead. For now, know that I didn’t say anything until late in the afternoon, when my friend called to talk and it was clear to me that her mother had not yet moved on. I suggested that she help her.

“I thought she’d crossed over,” my friend said.

“No, and I think it’s a good idea that you help her,” I said. “Fallon and I will help, too, and my dad’s waiting. But you should take the lead here. I think your mom needs to know what wonderful work you do, and you need to hear her say so.”

My friend took a shaky breath and agreed. In the next few minutes she beautifully moved through the procedure I’d taught her and connected with her mother, who was, with good reason, surprised and moved to discover her daughter’s wonderful skill. Reassured, she moved on, and my dad took over. One more soul safely on the other side.

(As a side note, here, my dad reported to both of us that her mother is just as cantankerous as ever, which just goes to show that dying is not quite what religion keeps telling us it is.)

Interesting how things turn out, isn’t it? My beautiful friend was never really appreciated by her mother, who had to die to see her for the amazing woman she is—a woman who saw her intuitive strength and stepped up to do her work. In those few minutes two women long at odds with each other experienced peace and acceptance, and had a chance to really say goodbye.

It would never have happened if my friend had not stepped up to do her work. Not out of ego or pride or false modesty or the mistaken idea that it was sacred work mysteriously granted to her, but simply out of acknowledgment and proper use of an innate ability.

My friend did her job because she could and because it was there in front of her. As a result she and her mother achieved a healing of sorts in death that they never quite reached in life.

It’s awesome how stepping up to do our work sometimes works out and makes sense in a way you never expected.

So, are you stepping up to do yours?

© 2013 Robyn M Fritz