What Happened in Vegas

Once I opened up my heart, the energy came flooding in.

My Story

It was 3:30am in Las Vegas after a night out with my book club that I got into the wrong taxi. My driver dropped confidently dropped me off but it wasn’t until I wandered around the unfamiliar lobby that I realized I was definitely in the wrong hotel.

I wondered why I ended up here? Half asleep and still adjusting from being off east coast time I used my phone to get a new taxi to take me back to my hotel on the other side of the strip.

I was visiting Las Vegas for the weekend to attend BravoCon with my book club, but something else was happening while I was here. I don’t know if it was the extra oxygen pumping into the casinos, the late night espresso martinis, or my recent trip to Lily Dale but my spiritual side was fully activated. I was noticing signs from my ancestors daily, getting psychic hits on friends I was with, and leaning into the alignment I was feeling.

I got into the second taxi cab when my husband texted me. He was already awake in Buffalo, New York with our kids so I decided to call him to say hi.

“I had the best night!” I told him how we ran into a bunch of Bravo celebrities ad danced the night away. “And get this, my book club is calling me the Buffalo Medium!”

Suddenly the energy in the taxi shifted and the driver spoke up- “Wait! You’re a medium?! I need a reading!”

I told my husband I would call him back.

I listened to my driver share about a business partner she had recently lost, and realized this was the reason I got into the wrong cab. The universe must have wanted me to connect with this driver.

I listened to her story and shared what I knew about reading signs and connecting with people we’ve lost. What my driver didn’t know was that I had never actually done a formal reading. But I did know about signs- how to see them, how to feel them, how to ask our guides for help. I’d been communicating with certain members of my deceased family for years now. So that’s what I shared with her.

I got out of the cab feeling wild. Did somebody really think I was a medium?

The weeks unfolded and I settled back into my routine at home when I got an online invitation to join a mediumship class from Lily Dale.

“Should I do it?” I wondered…

Feeling a little emboldened by my taxi cab experience in Vegas I signed up.

During the class our teacher led us in a meditation and showed us how to open ourselves up to Spirit (the Universe, God, whatever you want to call it). Through this class I was able to feel safe enough to tap into my own abilities. It gave me permission to play, practice, and explore in a consensually spiritual space.

While each medium receives messages differently, I can see dead people like pictures that are slowly being exposed in my mind’s eye. First I see their eyes, then face, then hair, then bodies appear on the right side of my mind. My deceased family members, who sometimes appears to help guide me in a reading are always on the left side. The dead show me things they loved in life, their pets, and their favorite summer homes. Sometimes I can see a flashback of their memories and even feel their pain. A heart ache or a heart attach, I can connect to the emotions of what was or what they are holding onto. I can also see the signs and the messages they have for their loved ones. Sometimes spirits are shy, sometimes they make me laugh, sometimes their stories make me cry.

This class has tuned my life upside down.

I’ve always been interested in astrology, tarot, and meditation but I never thought I had “the gift”. But once I opened up my heart, the energy was flooding in. Like the universe has been waiting for me to get silent, listen, and connect.

My book club has continued to support me on this new journey and has been kind enough to share their dead loved ones with me so I can practice doing readings. But every now and then I get a special hit to share a message that comes through from the other side for my friends to hear.

So that’s what this space is. It’s a collection of messages Under the Moon Gate about how to find the magic within. A reminder that even though we have laundry to do, deadlines to make, and children to feed- that we are divine spiritual beings on a journey to uplift and support one another.

I’m grateful to share this journey with you.

Erin Bagwell
The Buffalo Medium