I have mentioned before that many times some of this medium
stuff makes literally no sense to me at all.
At times, it is so incredibly random that I can’t even figure out the
purpose. Do dead people just drop in to
see what’s up with no agenda? Why, yes they do.
Before I share this story, here is the thing I just can’t
wrap my brain around. In the “psychic”
world this is how it is explained;
Apparently, being medium, psychic, intuitive, lightworker, sensitive, Energy Healer ™, bat shit crazy
lady means you give off some kind of ethereal light that emanates in the
netherworld. But ONLY in the
netherworld. Not to regular people who
have a pulse. The dearly departed see
this light and come to it, like a moth to a candle. Then, they want to tell you all kinds of shit
because they like talking to lights. It's kind of like Aunt Hazel in the nursing home talking to her plastic
flower arrangement. They are kind of
crazy that way.
I will argue that, although it’s a very nice notion, explaining
it away with such authority leads to a lot of distrust. The truth is NO ONE KNOWS how this works! I know.
How DARE I say that.
I keep a notebook with me most of the time, even one by my
bed. I feel an obsessive need to
document things that come to me and I have volumes of spiral notebooks full of
incidences with notes containing my own questions about why and how this
happens. An in all honesty, “WTF?” has
been jotted down so many times, its almost comical. As the Internet became a part of daily life,
I began emailing a trusted friend so there was a time stamp on what I was
documenting.
My notes always include things such as; what did I do that
day that might have triggered a memory could have lead to this? Did I read something, hear something, see
something and so on. Did something related
to this come up in a conversation? Was I
having a train of thought that lead to this? What I have learned over the years
is there is a distinct randomness that occurs and once I ask myself all those
questions, I will validate it for myself.
This one wins the
lifetime achievement award for head scratching. I went into a full spin
cycle for days after this happened and still think about it- I have no clue what it was
about.
I was in bed about to doze off. I was snapped out of it by an overwhelming sense someone was standing over me trying to tell me something. Fully aware that I was the only person in the
room, I grabbed my notebook and frantically started taking notes. And that was it. I got no message, just a presence. Yes, someone will think I wrote this up last night...I did not. You will have to trust me and please, forgive the horrible art work.
I immediately got up and hit the internet, using
keywords from what I had written searching for who this was. I snapped a
screen shot of what I found, but be aware that this was in 2009 and Wikipedia
was still in it’s infancy. Feel free to
Google keywords yourself. It now leads
to a more sophisticated article, with the same information available.
The lesson learned? This may be the first time in history that a politician had no specific agenda. WTF?
