Well then you'll know that although I've never been the most "sensible" person at times my feet are usually quite firmly planted on the ground right? hmmm.. or are they?
Well I like to think I have a nice strong hold of my mind... all marbles are present and correct and currently intact too (YAY!! I'm winning!!) and although I sometimes have to juggle them (usually the waking hours or when my children are present..lol), they are still all there after my (almost) 35 years.. and I don't think thats too bad really.. I mean I do live with Richard for a start..lol
Anyway.. I being me, I figured I'd seen pretty much everything.. or I'd heard about it at least heh ;)
I have most things covered too.. I'm a good judge of character and I'm not exactly known for taking prisoners should the occasion for a vulgar display of temper arise.. I don't suffer fools much these days.. oh come on..why should I? Some people are just plain stupid lol.
I know who I am, who my friends are, what I want from them and they from me..and that's ok.
Yep I am truly displaying all the traits of a proper grown up.. I am who I am and not only that but I am now accepting of this too and feel zero need to change for anyone - which is novel for a start..lol
Ok.. so why has 30 minutes in a little room with short, skinny woman turned me upside down and left me re evaluating everything I thought I already knew?
Well.. this woman is no ordinary woman.. this woman is a psychic medium. *enter strange 'noo noo noo noo' twiglet zone music*.
One thing I've never been sure of is all things spiritual. The whole paranormal activity thing gives me the chills and I'm not afraid to admit that I avoid spooky supernatural type movies due largely to fact that they scare the crap out of me and I also avoid Tarot cards and Ouija boards and the like with an absolute "no way" stance at all times.. so why? Why would I even think of entertaining the idea of a visit to a psychic?
Well the opportunity arose...the thought that I may find some much needed answers ate away at me and well, have you ever known me to not do something just because I was scared?? no.. thats what I thought too.. I did however take my Mum.. purely as back up - obviously, she's a reet double 'ard bitch my Mum... LOL
So off we went to and being as I'm such a polite and well brought up kinda girl I made her go first.. lol.
Well when she came out she was crying (my Mum - not the medium.. haha), not balling her eyes out but weeping a little anyway.. most unusual for my double 'ard Mum.
So then I had to go in because my Grandpa wouldn't leave until he'd said hello.. my first reaction was to laugh.. it'd been many years since Nick and I had been close and although I did love him v much I had spent along time angry with him for various things and we hadn't really spoken for quite a while before his death and so the little pendulum of belief inside me swung towards the non believing/skeptic part of me.. because I wasn't convinced he would have wanted to speak to me I suppose.
So I sit and she tells me various bits and pieces and I'm not convinced at all.. at first I feel like I'm giving her maybe too much information... like you do when you meet a new person and you talk.. I'm very conscious of the things she is asking without actually asking if you see what I mean.. I know 'these people' can gleam information from anything and I am acutely aware of the fact that I can be an 'open book' at times (I have that kind of face..lol) and so I shut my mouth and concentrate on giving basic answers and little info.
She tells me my Grandad (who is my mums Dad) doesn't understand why he's there with my father.. which is understandable really.. my Grandad died in January aged 80-something and my father 5 months later aged 57, it would be reasonable for him to be confused by the very early death of my Dad.
She gives me names...
John (my Dad's father) and George which was his second/middle name (John George),
M.. "Is it Mary??" - yes it is she's my Dad's Mum..
"Jane.." my Mum's mum and the Grandad (Mum's Dad) who is very well spoken... yes he was and "he has another wife ... W?"
er... bugger me yes.. Wendy
Wendy, she tells me.. isn't in spirit but is very poorly... (remember this..its important later..lol)
then my Dad.. who she said was smiling and came in close to me and just like that the tears fill my eyes immediately.
I have to say at this part I figured she'd spoken of my Dad with my mum before so she'd known he'd passed but as it happens she hadn't.. my Mum told of her current husband but not my Dad...
There was much talk of my Dad, the usual things such as "he's very proud of you.. he loves you very much.. thinks you're a great mum" etc etc.. all the things that a father would say to his daughter that anyone could say psychic or not..and there are the other bits..
"your Dad goes to the caravan with you" - we didn't start going to the caravan until the summer he died so that threw me a bit..Then she said something about only having a few photos and were some of them copied? I have to say I did almost fall off my chair there.
if we go back to here, this is the letter I wrote to my Dad the night before his funeral. scroll down to the bottom to the p.s...I had originally written the letter on paper and copied/scanned some special photos of us all and put it in an envelope and then in his casket to take with him to read on his journey so to speak.. and everytime I write another letter to him here on his birthday or the anniversary etc, I always spend ages choosing and scanning photos to put with it.. there is no way she could have known that. She also said that he wished I'd picked a better one when his hair looked better..lol bless him..
and so it went on.. there were bits that made me laugh like "Have you been looking at shoes lately?" heh.. duh.. when am I not? "Dad says 'Get em'" - er.. yes.. I undoubtedly will and at this point my pendulum of belief is firmly swinging towards the big sign saying "I'm a believer!!!" lol.. I'm soooooooooooo shallow..hehehe
Then there were various things about the kids, our family, the presence of an old dog with Dad (we did have a dog many years ago..) and I continued to swing between believing and not.. it's a strange feeling, that moment that she pulls something out of no where and floors you with it.
"your Dad said 'when you're dead you're dead but bugger me if I can find a way to come back and haunt you then I will" is that right?"
wtf?!?! and I pick myself up off the floor, nod my head and thinking yeah.. thats right.. and virtually word for word too.
I can't explain it.. can you?
After I felt better. I slept like a baby that evening and although I'm not completely convinced there were definitely some things said that she couldn't possibly have known.. I'll definitely go again though..
A few days later, Mum and I were comparing notes and we both brought up Grandad's second wife Wendy.. if you've been paying attention you will remember I mentioned earlier that our psychic friend mentioned Wendy was ill to me, well she had told us to get in touch with her and so as we know she's fairly old we figured it was probably guess work - I mean anyone can say someone old is sick right? But to be safe we decided Mum should ring her anyway.
this is over a week ago.. Mum wasn't getting an answer from Wendy's phone number and had been leaving messages... last night she finally managed to get through.
Wendy's in the hospital.
ya.. freaked me out too..
noo noo noo noooooooooooooo!!!!!!
p.s. I'm looking on google for the crystal ball pic and I type in "psychic medium" and click images and it gives me this...
WTF IS THAT?!?!?!?!?!?! o_O
can't stop laughing... gonna pee my pants.. gotta go!! xxx
