Let me first say I don’t know if there is a heaven. I don’t believe there is in the traditional sense, although I have seen my dog on the other side. That’s another story. Some believe that we are reincarnated and I hope this is true. I am getting older and have not experienced everything this world has to offer. I want to do it again. Plus, I have learned so much, and I feel like I could be better next time. Be that as it may, I honestly don’t think about it that much, I have enough to think about while I’m alive Really, what’s the point?
Having said that, I have seen several psychics and mediums with varying outcomes. I don’t know if any or all were graced with this ability, or were just good performers. I am, after all, an investigator at heart, and I believe half of what I see and none of what I hear. Still I want to believe…some of it at least!
The very first psychic reader I saw was in Salem, Massachusetts. She is well known and always holding a dog. I was terrified; I think I was afraid that she would be able to see inside me, and I am not particularly comfortable with that. She invited me in to the back room, and her doggie was on the ornate couch, a fluffy white cute thing (the dog, not the couch). I said, “hello puppy” and reached out to pet the cutie while she was getting things ready. The fluff ball bit me. I jumped back, and she, hearing the growl said “no, no.” She didn’t see him bite me, and he didn’t break the skin, but that wasn’t the best start. I had been nervous, now I was so on edge a puff of air would have blown me over. And, the puff of air came. She laid out the cards and began reading. She said I have two children (I have three) and my husband was going to die soon. He didn’t. (I never told him that, I didn’t want to upset him, and it might freak him out, so hey, John, yeah, news flash). That kind of bothered me, but in all honesty we are all going to die, and who is to say what “soon” means? It’s been about 6 years so I think we’re past the limit. Then she asked me about the cats and I completely lost it. We had just dropped Milo off at our daughter’s and I was beyone sad. I totally broke down, full sobbing fit. Not a pretty sight. She looked at me as if I had three heads. She was probably thinking she needed to get this crazy woman out of there. I was definitely upsetting the vibe. She said Milo was my familiar, and he would be fine, then moved on to how I should try to destress and she gave me some lavender in a sachet. I learned two things about myself during that experience. One, I was probably a cat in my former life, and Two, don’t go to a psychic if you are not emotionally stable.
One of the next times was in New Orleans, at a little table in the French Quarter. She read both my husband (still alive, thank you) and me. She told John he was going to live to be 98. I was going to live to be 102. I am going to party in those four years, let me tell you. She also said he was going to get a new job (he didn’t) and some other stuff that didn’t happen. But I believe her life span prediction, because I want to!
I went to a séance with my sister. This was kind of a mini bucket list for me, and she was game. This gentleman is a medium, and makes it clear that no black magic or bad spirits will be present. He protects the room first and calls on St. Michael. In the séance, with about 15 other people around a table, spirits come and bring messages. Many people had relatives come, and many messages were given, most uplifting. Who did I have? Well, he asked if anyone had a lot of pets buried in the backyard. I tentatively raised my hand. He asked if I felt them around my legs. I did actually feel a small something. He then asked, “How many animals do you have back there?” somewhat in disbelief. I asked if he wants me to count the guinea pigs, fish, rats, hamsters, or just the dogs and cats. He didn’t answer, and they weren’t giving me any message that he could understand. I think they were probably telling him they wanted Milk Bones, Fancy Feast, carrots, basically a “FEED ME” consensus. That was about it for me that time.
I went back, but it a spirit circle, by the same gentleman, this time with my husband. He said I should pay attention to a cameo pin I have. I said I didn’t think there was anything special about it, but apparently someone in my family said there was. He said some other spirits were there, and had messages, but I don’t remember them. I do remember going to Arabica afterward and eating a brownie thing with my husband.
The most recent time I went alone. The first thing he said was that my parents were there. He said they don’t approve of my plan to get a tattoo next week. He also said they don’t think it’s good that I have so many animals, and I don’t take care of myself. They were concerned because I looked tired. Well, I am old and past getting yelled at by my parents, so I’m not going to give them the chance again until after I get the tattoo. I mean, parents, you know? I say that while I’m twirling my hair and chewing gum and texting. (not really, I don’t have any gum)
I do enjoy going to the spirit circles, because each time it comforted me for some reason. I have some, but very little, ability to feel things, and receive messages, so I do believe in his gift. I feel good afterward, knowing that the people I love are still in my life. Is it real? I don’t know. It works for me. I go and just take it in, trying to remain open. I like to think that what I feel is love coming through. I don’t care so much about any message, just that they are still with me in some way. As for the psychic sessions, I took a Tarot class, and know the basic meanings, but I’d never read for anyone else. I would only give good news and I can do that anyway. I mean who says your husband is going to die soon? Sheesh.
Have a good week. I will post a picture of the tattoo when I get it. Meanwhile, here’s a picture of Chester having an out of body experience with the sheets while i was trying to change them.😊