I Taught Some People to Read Another Person and a Portal Opened

I have been readings and teaching mysticism for 35 years, although a shaman once told me I had been doing this for 10,000 years. That was back when I had a mainstream profession and did not know I”d be leaving it behind to learn  the language of spirit.

The experiences I’ve had since I began giving readings could fill ten volumes. Each time, I marvel at the manifestations of the unseen world.

Most of us live with  a limited perception  that misses the energies swirling around us. From years of giving readings, I’ve learned that  each of us has a team of spirits at our disposal, if only we let them in. Learning to be open, and knowing how and where to look, lifts the veil between the two worlds, if only for a brief, miraculous glimpse.

The explanation for the unseen world lies somewhere along the knife-edge of quantum physics, philosophy, spirituality, and psychology. The myths of ancient people also contain truths that help us understand. I”ve studied them all and still cannot fully grasp this mystery.

I can only recount my experiences, and ponder.

One night when teaching an intuition class to a group of women, I witnessed  a spiritual miracle.

The dozen women were seated in a semicircle in a classroom normally used for Chinese language studies. It was after hours at Newton North High School  where students and faculty had long since departed. A hundred origami figurines dangled from the ceiling.

I lit a tiny candle and told the women to close their eyes. I picked one of their names out of a hat, we’ll call her Ellen. We were all strangers to each other.

No one, except I, had ever done this exercise before, and not even I was prepared for what unfolded.

I turned out the lights and with just the one candle lighting the room, asked the women to note every thought, image, feeling, and sensation while focusing on Ellen.

Normally this exercise yields images of the person’s world, some of her thoughts, people she has loved, and important moments in her past–a scrapbook of her life that focuses on the salient and the unresolved.

The students are amazed when our “client” validates what they see, and everyone goes home filled with wonder. I go home happy that another group of laypeople has experienced the mystery.

But that night, something exceptional happened.

I gonged a Tibetan singing bowl and a sound like an ancient bell ushered us into silence. The room was dark, save the flickering light of the candle. As soon as I closed my eyes, I began to make out a vision of a white door. There was more to the vision, but all I could decipher was a door.

Although I hadn’t realized it in that moment, two other women were also seeing a door.

When we later turned on the lights and compared notes, one member of our group, a Persian American dentist, I’ll call Mithra,  a petit young woman with large brown eyes, had seen much more than just the door.

It was Mithra’s vision that made that night so extraordinary.

She recounted that she’d seen the same white door as the others, but behind it she saw the figure of a woman. The woman, she said, was standing motionless and gazing through the door at Ellen.

There was more. Mithra noticed that the side of the door where the mysterious figure stood was brightly lit. On the other side, where Ellen and the rest of us sat, it was dark.

Upon seeing Ellen’s eyes grow wide, Mithra, without understanding what she had seen, felt compelled to tell her that the mysterious figure who stared at her was okay. “She is fine,” she assured. “She is in the light. It’s only dark on  this  side of the door, where you are; where we  all  are,” she said.

Hearing this, and realizing that several others had seen the door, Ellen’s eyes filled up and at first she was unable to speak. She then told us that she’d lost her sister five years before to a long illness. They had been estranged at the time of her death, and she had been grieving all these years from the guilt and loss. She”d longed to know if her sister were okay and whether she understood how much she had loved her, even though she had not been by her side when she died.

Because no one was expecting to sense a spirit that night–in fact, none of them knew what, if anything, to expect, nor had anyone met Ellen before–this depiction of the other side of life seems all the more authentic to me. Of course, we will never know for sure, since, as Mithra observed, we mortals reside in the dark, where we are normally blind to the energies around us.

Every once in a while, though, a glimpse of the light is there for those who know how to look.

About the Author:

Jeanne Mayell is a professional intuitive and author who gives private life readings and offers tools to help people develop their psychic abilities. In 2015, Mayell was named by Coast to Coast AM radio as one of America’s most gifted Tarot readers. Holding Master Degrees from the Harvard School of Public Health and the Harvard Graduate School of Education, an MA in Counseling Psychology from Framingham State University, and published in The Atlantic and other national journals, she is not only a gifted intuitive, but brings an academic and intellectual perspective to the world of psychic readings and intuition training. Sensing that an era of profound and accelerated change is upon us, Mayell has been teaching people to expand the intuitive gifts we are all born with. In this way, we will be able to navigate the coming changes for ourselves, our families and others. She teaches classes in Tarot, Prophecy, Positive Psychology, and mindfulness — all ways to find inner guidance. Mayell has also worked as a health writer (Atlantic Monthly, American Health Magazine, and EastWest Journal), and was the Massachusetts Medicaid Director, a policy analyst for the City of New York’s health and welfare programs, and a research consultant on national health and welfare programs. She has co-authored two books on health and welfare and is currently writing a book on intuition and the Tarot.


  1. Misty Brewington 02/13/2018 at 1:32 am - Reply

    Wonderful story, although I truly believe in psychics because I have noticed since I was small that I was “different” so to speak but my children are gifted as well.If I would try and tap into the unknown I think only then will I find true peace.Alot almost all of my close friends knows that I am different but we just recently started acknowledging it and really discussing it.I just use to think they thought I was weird until we did discuss it.

  2. Julie Matheson 05/17/2016 at 3:07 pm - Reply

    Wow, what a great story! and beautifully written. It’s amazing when people come together, trusting, with open hearts. Such a beautiful healing. And undeniable, the way it unfolded. Thank you for sharing this. It’s a joy to read.

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