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Global Roads, Local Lessons — A Scottish Medium’s View
- Marc Stuart
- Aug 8
- 3 min read
Last year I worked as a medium in China, Canada, and the USA. Different countries, different rhythms, same house of Spirit. In China I met a reverence that holds family and ancestors in one continuous conversation. In Canada I found a quiet steadiness—evidence first, dignity always. In the USA I met directness and appetite: “Right, what have you got for me?” At Niagara Falls, standing on the American side, one word landed: surrender. Not defeat—surrender to a current bigger than your plans. I walked away feeling as if I’d gone over the waterfall inside a barrel and somehow come out fine: shaken, soaked, alive, and clearer about what matters.
Groceries, Mum, and the Roundabout in Marc Sturt Mediums Day
Yesterday was local. I left Costco with a boot full of food and other bits of life and set off to see my mum. At a roundabout, another driver drifted into my lane as if my car were optional. Hard brake, quick correction, and the side panel stayed intact—just. Thirty minutes later, doing 70 on the motorway, a pigeon came in sideways and clipped the top edge of my windscreen. Instant and final. The wind lifted the body over the roof and it was gone.
The Boy Marc on the Bus, the Man on the Motorway
When I was a wee lad on an Edinburgh bus, a bird hit the window. It took a second to realise what had happened; then I burst into tears. Yesterday, I checked the glass, kept my breathing even, and carried on. Is that a sad change? Do I value life less?
No. I’m well over twelve times older than that boy, and I work in Scottish‑style, evidence‑led mediumship. I’m not afraid of being dead. I am wary of the mechanics of dying—the process can be sharp and abrupt—but the outcome doesn’t trouble me. Compassion remains. Sentimentality has thinned. I’d rather be useful than undone.
Marc's Mum’s Four‑Year Window
I was heading to see my mum because she’d decided to redeem an investment. I’d explained the terms only made sense for another four years; after that, she’d lose out. She listened and said, plainly, “I won’t be here in four years,” and acted. Not morbid. Practical. She moved value from later into now, where it can do some good. That single sentence framed the day: a near‑miss, a dead bird, and a woman calmly doing admin with time.
International Views, Local Message
Travel gave me perspective; the road gave me precision. China taught continuity. Canada reinforced the value of specifics over broad claims. The USA—and Niagara’s roar—taught the courage to step into the current. Yesterday condensed it all into one drive: currents bigger than me (traffic, wind, time), sharp edges I can’t control (other drivers, a bird’s flight), and choices I can (attention, compassion, tidy admin).
The Car Journey, The Life Journey
The car had a job; so did I. Use the lanes you’ve got. React without drama. Spend where the horizon is real. That’s how I handle readings too—clear, specific, human evidence without theatrics. It’s the same whether I’m working on Zoom for USA and Canada time zones or in person on Psychic Mondays in Penicuik, Midlothian. Different roads, same discipline.
What I’m Keeping (and Offering)
Presence over performance. React; don’t dramatise.
Compassion over sentimentality. Be available, not undone.
Horizon management. Spend time and money where your real window is.
Process versus outcome. Respect the passage; don’t fear what comes after.
Global miles gave me context. A local road delivered the message. The boy on the bus learned what death was; the man who’s stood by Niagara—and then nearly redesigned his car at a roundabout—knows what comes next. If this resonates, you can book an evidence‑led reading with Marc Stuart Medium—The Scottish Medium—via Zoom worldwide or at Psychic Mondays in Penicuik, Edinburgh and the wider Midlothian area.
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