As an introvert stepping into the realm of mediumship circles, I found myself navigating a world that seemed both intriguing and slightly intimidating. The first circle I joined was affiliated with a psychic school, which added an extra layer of uncertainty to my already hesitant steps. Doubts about my own abilities lingered in the corners of my mind as I cautiously immersed myself in this new environment.

Despite my initial reservations, I resolved to expand my horizons and seek out different groups to explore my mediumship skills further. However, my search revealed a striking pattern: the majority of mediumship circles were predominantly led by white women. While I knew there must be women of color facilitating such gatherings, they seemed elusive, tucked away behind layers of exclusivity often associated with certain cultural practices like Santeria.

Feeling somewhat cornered, I reluctantly settled into these predominantly white spaces, very aware of the cultural disconnect that often accompanied the readings. Many of these circles adhered strictly to the traditions of UK mediumship, a practice steeped in the history of British Spiritualism dating back to the 19th century. Yet, this structured approach felt confining to me, as my own intuitive process flowed beyond the boundaries of these prescribed methods.

One of the greatest challenges I encountered in these circles was the lack of cultural awareness regarding people of color. As readings unfolded, I often found myself nodding along politely as generic information was offered, attempting to forge connections with ancestors bearing names like Kelly, Jennifer, and Sarah—names that felt foreign in the context of my Cuban heritage. Descriptions of hobbies and objects seemed equally out of place, failing to resonate with the cultural tapestry of my upbringing.

Yet, amidst these challenges, I discovered moments of resonance and connection when I stepped into the role of the medium, channeling messages for others. It was in these instances that I felt most in tune with my abilities, bridging the gap between worlds and offering solace to those seeking guidance.

Still, the longing for a space where my cultural identity was not only acknowledged but embraced lingered in the recesses of my heart. As I continued to navigate the labyrinth of mediumship circles, I held onto the hope of finding a community where diversity was celebrated, and where my unique heritage could enrich the tapestry of spiritual exploration.