YOUR SOUL CAN'T WAIT TO MEET YOU
For a while, I thought my spiritual journey began back in 2018. Up until recently, I realized my spiritual journey began when I was four.
I’m so, so deeply over the moon that you’re here. My name is Alexandra Shelly, friends and family call me Bebe. I’m a Psychic Medium, Channeler and Intuitive. I’m from Southern California, born and raised. I’ve been a lover of people, connection and I am an innate-creative. Not only is it a joy to be a creator, but it’s an absolute honor to create side-by-side with Spirit.
Goodness gracious where do I begin? I remember when I was four; laying in a twin caravan bed. My Grandma and Grandpa on my mom’s side lived in New Zealand at a small house in Lake Tarawera. They had us kids stay in this little van, since their place couldn’t fit us four kids and my parents. I was alone, resting from the day. I then suddenly felt like my body was completely weighed down by warmth. It really felt like each limb, finger, toe, even my eyelashes, weighed 300 pounds. I remember soft figures standing there, smiling down at me. I wasn’t sure what was happening, truly, so I just laid there, reflecting and observing this intense weight of love and warmth. My grandparents came in, chuckling to themselves at this little girl laying there with a smile and eyebrows that expressed slight confusion. I wasn’t sure how to explain it to them. I didn’t even know how to explain it to myself. Regardless, the feeling and everything came back to me at least 22 years later. I now experience this feeling when I’m deep in meditation with Spirit—filled with so much love, warmth and peace.
The day I was called to Spirit was November 1, 2018. A couple weeks earlier, my grandmother on my mom’s side had passed away. I wasn’t exactly close with her, so the loss for me was more towards the sadness of my mom. For about a week leading up to Halloween, I experienced some strange occurrences. I distinctly remember on a Monday evening at midnight, I waited for my old roommate to come home. I suddenly heard a door open, followed by lights turning on, footsteps, and the usual. I thought to myself, “Ah, Levi is home! I can fall asleep now.” The next day, I woke up to no roommate. I came to realize that he never came home. The very first thought in my head was, “That was my grandma,’ but I also thought I was a little crazy. The rest of the week, I experienced being woken up by “Bebe!” and a heavy sandbag-like feeling on my left eye when I went to bed. I didn’t think too much of it. Then came November 1st: I did my usual morning routine of going to the gym, then coming home to take a shower and get ready for work. Little did I know I would come out of the shower and notice delicate handwriting on my bathroom mirror from the fog saying, “This was with my soul” with a sweet little heart next to it. I broke down instantly. Even though I reached out to Levi asking if it was him, I knew it was her.
Later that day, I asked my mom to come over to accompany me while I say a proper hello and “I feel you” to her. As I read my letter out loud, I felt, heard, saw a number of sensations; a heat-wave like vision, my head being pulled as if by a magnet, my body temperature changing, my ears ringing. I looked over and asked my mom, “Did you feel anything?” Her response was no.
In December, that’s when I had my first session with Melissa Wallace. She confirmed that I had a “gift,” and I needed to learn everything. From that moment forward, that’s when everything began. It’s like my healing was on fastrack.
I experienced my ‘dark night of the soul,’ only a few months later. I had to make sacrifices to my lifestyle—diet, people, practices, energies, environments, etc.—which really has been the best personal investment of my life. I have learned more in 3 years than I have in 10. This is not to say that my former years weren’t special and wise, but these certainly have been the most awakening.
On Wednesday, November 24th of this year, I woke up with this feeling—sitting in my bed, feeling myself literally in the liminal and holy space of transformation. I knew it was telling me that something higher is in store for me. Later that day, with my dear mediumship friend and practice buddy, my Master Guide Ishmael asked me to get in the beautiful, red sports car, buckle up my seat belt and drive on my road. My time is now and I am ready. “Don’t worry. I am right here. It’s time,” he said.
I now exist with a sense of gratitude, peace and devotion that will only expand. It’s crazy to believe that there is more to learn. That this feeling won’t stop, but only grow exponentially. I may sound silly, but I will do my best to express this—I am boundlessly, endlessly, immensely and remarkably grateful to be here. I’ve opened this door, I’m now in the car, beginning my journey. So, thank you for being here with me, because it is an honor to be on this drive with Spirit and to serve you along the way.
With all my love,