Showing posts with label I am convincing myself i really did talk to them;i miss them more than I can say;offline until Sunday pm;. Show all posts
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12/5/09

I'd Like My Medium Rare, Please...



I’ve always been fascinated by things that go bump in the night. I listen to my intuition, have incredible dreams, and I’ve read ALL the Sandra Browne books. Call me crazy, call me quirky, call me naïve – but I have an open mind and am willing to listen to explanations about events that might not seem plausible. I also have a deep faith, that I keep close to my heart.

You all know that I like to pretend that I am a bit “sensitive” to the “world beyond”, and I am STILL waiting for that call from M. Night Shamalamin. (I know it’s Shyamalan, but frankly my version rolls off the tongue easier.)

After hearing about my friend’s experience with a local medium, and after thinking long and hard about it, I finally called and made an appointment.

I was very, very nervous when the day approached, and seriously considered cancelling. My friend said this medium would not say anything bad, and that she only shared the good things. Frankly, I did NOT want to hear about what a bad person I was, or be reprimanded by the ghosts of my parents.

I followed her directions, and was surprised to find myself at a huge, lovely home. She greeted me and invited me in. I was floored by the elegance of the home! (I seriously need to change my profession.) I have never been to a home like it- marble floors, material on the walls, and looked like it was RIGHT from one of those magazines of “elegant” homes. I felt like the servant who was visiting the boss.

She took me into a tiny “sunroom” that was filled with candles and crystals. We sat near a window in a cozy wicker loveseat and chair set. She was dressed in a lovely black sweater and black pants- her brown hair hung softly around her face. (She looked like she just arrived home from the country club.) Her voice was soothing and my first thought was that she was going to hypnotize me and force me into a cult. I was trying so hard not to think AT ALL for fear she was reading my mind.

She took my hand, and told me that she was going to give me a palm reading first. This was amazing. (I have NEVER had this done.)

She held my palm in her hand, and traced some lines.

“You have a very long life line - VERY long. You’ll live o be 94. (MY thought was… CRAP. I’m not sure I WANT to live that long. I might have to add more to my VALIC account, and perhaps be nicer to my children. I MAY be living with one of them.)

“You have a very long intelligence line. “ (Um, I’d like that in writing, please. I want to show THAT to my kids.) And, do you see this puffy part of your palm? This is your intuition, or your “feelings”. You have a bit of a gift, don’t you?”

I wasn’t sure how to respond, and just nodded, and said that I do get feelings and sense things sometimes. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to say. She went on to say a bit more about me being a healer, and having a close connection to those who have passed on. She compared that corner of my palm to her palm. They looked eerily similar.

“You have two incomes right now. You’ll be getting three or four in the future. (It better be soon. We’re ONE MONTH behind in the mortgage payments and if that phone doesn’t stop ringing I’m unplugging it.) Something you've been working on for 2 or 3 years will be very important. " (I started "writing" three years ago, when we lost my nephew.)

Then she started talking about how many children I had, and how many grandchildren I would have. It made me feel very strange. I don’t think I WANT to have a picture of some of life’s great surprises. Do you? (I think I'll keep that info close to my heart. I don't mind sharing what is directly related to me, but when it comes to others, that's their path...)

She also talked about how many sibling I had, and that she thought there were two more. I indicated that my mother suffered a miscarriage before giving birth to my sister, and she simply stated, "They were twin girls."

After this palm reading, we prayed. Then, she was quiet for some moments. Finally, she said, “Is your father dead? He's dead, isn't he? He’s here right now.”

I said he was, and waited for her to share.

“He is very excited that you are finally here. Wait. Your mother is dead ALSO? She’s right here, too. They are so happy you have finally come."

(I will post part two Sunday evening. I am traveling to pick up my MIL after her Thanksgiving trip to Florida.)