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Hi, my name is Alan, but most people online know me as Shaman Oaks. However, I'm neither a shaman nor an oak. The name Shaman Oaks came about from a time when I was living in Sherman Oaks, California (a Los Angeles suburb).

 

In 2016, I was brainstorming names for my new YouTube channel. Recently, one of my friends started jokingly calling me a shaman because I had gotten really interested in watching videos about people who had gone to Peru and taken Ayahuasca with shamans in the Amazon rainforest. One day while driving to work, I saw a license plate cover that said, "Sherman Oaks," and the name Shaman Oaks popped into my head. I thought it was a funny and easy-to-remember name, so I went home that evening and made it the name of my YouTube channel. I've always thought of Shaman Oaks as a place to share stories from my life and my spiritual journey, not me personally.

 

So, how did the mediumship start? When I was a kid, I was terrified to sleep by myself. I regularly saw spirits and heard voices late at night when I tried to sleep. I would tell my parents, but nobody believed me. Ghosts aren't real, after all. For many years I would routinely sneak into my parent's or sister's room and sleep on the floor next to their beds instead of being alone in my room. If another human was in the room, it made me feel safe. This went on for many years until I reached my teenage years, when I was finally able to shut it off. After that, I could finally sleep comfortably on my own.

Fast forward to 2014, I'm 33 years old in Los Angeles in a stressful job in the entertainment industry. After one rather intense day with a particular client, one of my co-workers suggested I try meditation to help me deal with the stress. Later that evening, back at home, I gave it a try. Within minutes of calming my mind, I started to see people I didn't know in my mind's eye looking at me and acting like they were trying to communicate with me. I couldn't hear anything, but it freaked me out, to say the least. I immediately stopped meditating and didn't try again for at least two more years. The last thing I wanted to do was reactivate whatever I had as a child!

Then a couple of years later, again dealing with a stressful work environment, I decided to give meditation another try. Again, I saw people in my mind's eye that looked like they were trying to talk to me, but I couldn't hear anything. This time instead of being scared, I got curious. Then through a series of odd events and synchronicities, I decided to do a mediumship reading for one of my friends. I was shocked that I could receive names and specific details about his deceased uncle's life. However, I needed to be more confident in my abilities. My rational brain told me repeatedly that this wasn't possible and that it must be coincidences or lucky guesses. It was only after I did many dozens of readings for friends and classmates over the years that I was finally able to accept that I was, in fact, an evidential psychic medium.

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