Stop Dimming Your Light: Honoring Your Gifts and Trusting the Magic Within
Don’t play small or downplay your gifts just to make others feel comfortable, no matter who they are.
You never know who’s watching you and needing to witness you being exactly who you are.
Someone might be quietly struggling to trust their own gifts, wrestling with the weight of their truth.
And just by choosing to be you, boldly and unapologetically, you could inspire them to be brave enough to live inside of their own gifts.
I think a lot of highly intuitive people, or anyone who holds psychic, energetic, or spiritual sensitivity, have had a moment where they dimmed their light.
Where they were told, in so many words (or with a simple laugh or dismissive glance), that’s not real or that’s weird or you’re making that up.
And it doesn’t always take a direct confrontation. Sometimes the soft dismissal is enough to shut us down.
I remember having my first premonition dreams when I was younger. I can’t even remember who I told about them.
But I do remember how it felt, discredited, brushed aside, maybe even accused of lying.
And so, like many do, I tucked those parts of me away. Slowly, quietly, I turned the volume down on my gifts.
In high school, things started to stir again.
I started smoking pot, and my world lit back up.
The premonitions returned. I started to tune back in, started peeling away the layers of impossibility that had been placed over me by society, by conditioning, by other people’s disbelief.
With every layer I shed, I began to remember.
I remembered what it felt like to trust my own knowing.
I remembered the way truth vibrates through your entire body when you stop questioning it.
And I began to sense, again, that the realm of infinite possibilities wasn’t some abstract idea. It was something I had access to.
Something I could touch, feel, live inside of.
Still, there were times I would tuck all of this away again.
Throughout different seasons of my life, I would neglect these aspects of myself, burying them deeper each time.
I tucked them away inside a dusty closet beneath the stairs, alongside all the other magical items and abandoned dreams.
But lately, I’ve been putting in the effort to remember.
To crack open the door and air it all out.
To reclaim what I once hid.
To remind myself that I am made of stardust, that my dreams are not frivolous.
They are the blueprint.
They are how my reality takes form.
Just last week, I had this wild dream. Actually, it was a dream within a dream within a dream.
Layers upon layers, and at the center of it all was a powerful idea for a book.
Later, I was explaining it to someone I love with total clarity and confidence, like this is it, this is something real, this beautiful idea that I was given so that I could bring it into reality as a story, as a book.
They laughed it off with an offhand comment.
No big deal, right? But it hit that old nerve.
So I paused. And I said, “Actually, most of my best ideas come through my dreams. And I’m choosing to honor that.”
Because I’ve learned how easy it is to stop trusting yourself.
And I’m not willing to do that anymore, not for anyone’s comfort, not to avoid awkwardness, not to fit in.
What’s interesting is how this journey has also helped me see the people around me more clearly.
My mom, for example, someone who I know to be intuitive, but who I never really stopped to think about in that way until recently.
When I started talking to her about my channeling practice, to my surprise, she didn’t dismiss it.
She asked me if I was protecting myself. If I was clearing my energy.
It was this moment of remembering, Oh yeah… she knows. She’s always known.
So maybe the lesson here is twofold:
You never know who needs to see you shining.
You also never know who’s been quietly shining this whole time, just waiting for permission to share it with you.
Honor your gifts. Trust your visions. Speak your truth.
Even if it makes people uncomfortable.
Even if they laugh.
Even if you have to say, “This matters to me,” twice.
