THE DRESS HUNT.

This is a story about the dress hunt.

It begins as I am planning my upcoming brand photoshoot and I turn to my trusted fashionable friend, you know “the cool one”, for any outfit ideas. She sends me the dress. 

This dress is stunning. Real life mermaid vibes. Ethereal but edgy. Honestly, perfection.

However the price tag…not so perfect. It was also only available one size too big for me. I talk through the fashion dilemma with a couple of friends and it is decided that the solution is to rent the dress and clamp where needed to make the sizing work for the shoot.

I show the dress to my photographer and she is inspired. So inspired that she gets the idea to reach out to a crystal jewellery brand that she shoots for and asks if they have any pieces that they would like to feature in my photos. Everything is looking and feeling dreamy. All coming together. So, I rent the dress.

The eve of the Aries super full moon (I am a Libra sun and Aries rising so you know I’m gonna feel it) I get an email from the rental company saying that the owner has in fact sold the dress and it is no longer available. Enter….spiral, doom scroll, end of the world. And yes the caveat here of course is that all of this is absolutely a first world problem. There is a message here though, I promis

In my fiery, determined Aries light, I hunt down the owner of the dress online. My thoughts are that I can ask her who she sold the dress to and see if that new owner will rent it out to me. When I find the owner of this dress online….holy moly. Everything starts to make sense. The energy of the owner of this dress is so unaligned to me. 

At this point, the lucid dream I had the night that my friend first sent me the link to the dress drops in and really starts to make sense. Being psychic, I have really full on, crazy dreams all the time. Most nights. This one was particularly chilling..

I dreamt that I was in my Nonna’s house (who has passed but is always with me in my personal and professional life) and she stared at me through the walls and said “I see you. I know what you’re doing.” I felt like a little girl in trouble and asked myself in the dream what I was doing. It turns out that I was about to marry a trashy girl and was doing a one off job as a sex worker to pay for our wedding. I have a realisation in the dream that I absolutely do not want to do that. I cancel the wedding and don’t go through with the sex worker job. The dream ends with me going back to my husband in real life. 

When I woke up I connected in to see what the dream represented and I heard that it was the dress. The woman that I was marrying in the dream was the dress. My ego self didn’t want to believe this dream though and tried her best to ignore it. What does she do instead? She rents the dress. Now flashforward to my doom day spiral on the bedroom floor when I find out that the dress has sold and I find the owner on Facebook. The energy of this girl was EXACTLY what was in my dream. Everything that I dreamt was that girl. In that moment the dream made complete sense and I understood why my Nonna was warning me against it. Honestly, I would put money on it that when my Nonna saw that I was still trying to rent it that she pulled some strings to make that girl sell the dress. This is the woman that made an earthquake happen on the day of her funeral. She is a force.

So here I am back to the drawing board with no time to buy a dress before the shoot as I live rurally and it wouldn’t arrive in time. At this point I figure the only option is Facebook marketplace. I log on and see a gorgeous simple dress and pearl veil (pearls are a big part of my branding) that a beautiful woman wore at her elopement. We start messaging and that night I go to try on the dress. It fits perfectly, of course and I buy it. This woman was truly one of the sweetest souls I have ever encountered and she sold the dress to me with good intentions, hoping that it would bring me as much joy and love as it did in the moment that she wore it. 

Pure, divine love. Now THAT is the energy of my brand and photoshoot. 

When I showed the new dress to my videographer she commented that this dress feels like the one for this shoot because in its simplicity it allows me and my energy to shine. This really landed for me. I was absolutely happy to hide behind the shiny dress. My background is in the performing arts. I am more than happy to dance and sing on stage and pose for a photoshoot where I am playing a character or showcasing a song, dance, piece of clothing or jewellery. Can you see what was happening here? 

This photoshoot needed to be different. This shoot is about me coming home to myself and allowing myself to SHINE in my true authentic self, which is being a MEDIUM. That is scary but that is what my soul wants and why it is here. Now is the time. I am coming back to my birth name of Samantha Louise in this new branding which also makes it feel meaningful to be wearing a wedding dress in the shoot. I have been using my married name for my soul work and it hasn’t felt right. Now I marry myself. This is my wedding to Samantha Louise. The divine union of pure love to my own soul who is here and ready to ignite the light in others and connect their souls with their loved ones on the other side. 

What this highlights to me is the witch wound. This is a whole other blog in itself. If you are not familiar, the witch wound is the wound that psychics, mediums and spiritual workers carry from their ancestors and past lives where there would be “a witch hunt” and those captured were burnt alive. This is what can make it scary, especially for women, to publicly embody and communicate their spiritual connection. I am here to rewrite the story. 

To release the witch wound and live fully in my truth.

Are you with me? 

So yes, this is a story about the dress hunt. But it is also a story about the witch hunt, the witch wound, what it is like to live in the sensitive world I experience being a medium..and ultimately it is a story about meeting and rising to my time to shine.

Ps: The dress pictured in the image above is the final dress I ended up with. Washed up mermaid vibes. It was the perfect dress after all, of course.