After the First Class

I'm taking a 16 week course on Psychic Development at The Center in Mpls. It's instructed by Echo Bodine. Last Tuesday was the first class. It was interesting, but like most first classes, most of it was just hearing about what we would be doing in the future weeks. I didn't really think I'd gotten all that much out of it. What happened though, was very interesting.

It was as though my psychic abilities went into overdrive. I just suddenly knew things before they were going to happen. Echo had given us an assignment to begin a psychic journal and to write down all of those sorts of things. Now - I had always known things before they happened so that wasn't such a big deal...or so I thought. Suddenly I knew lots of things. One day I was walking to a restaurant for lunch and I knew that I was going to have beer cheese soup with my salad. This restaurant doesn't normally have that on the menu, but sure enough, they had it - and I had a cup with my salad. One day I was gardening and I had the thought that it would be nice to have my iPod on. I don't own an iPod so it was an odd thought. The next day a co-worker asked me if I'd like to have her old iPod. I of course said yes, thank you.

Another odd - extremely odd - thing that has happened to me in the past week is my obsessive need to be outside. Shoes off and walking in the grass. Planting flowers. Sitting with the wind blowing over me. The sun soaking into me. Sleeping with the window open at night. This is completely different from me normally. Typically I am content to sit in the house with the air conditioning blowing. I've always joked that I'm a child of the asphalt. I grew up living in an apartment. Outdoors is foreign to me. Ever since this class I can't get enough of it. I have even created in the last week, an outdoor sitting area where I can read while enjoying a cool beverage. It's secluded and comfortable and I'm surrounded by flowers and green grass. It all feels so foreign and yes so totally normal. I know it has to do with this class.

Class two is on Tuesday. I will keep you updated as to what new and interesting things happen next.

Memorial Weekend

I have had an interesting few days and it's not over yet. On Tuesday the Serpentine belt broke in my car. That began a chain reaction of events. I talked to a mechanic about getting it fixed. I took Thursday off to accomplish this. One of the men I work with heard about my belt issue and told me that he would come and fix it for me for free. Free always sounds like a good thing. In reality it rarely is. He arrived at my house at 12:30 saying it would only take him about 20 minutes to fix it - he's done it lots of times he says. When he looked at my engine and said, "It would have to be a Chrysler" I suspected I was in trouble. He then noticed that my pulley was not turning and told me that he'd have to take that off and replace it before he could fix the belt. Okay. He then proceeded to take apart things. I was more than a little disconcerted. Then he said he just had one more bolt to loosen but it was stuck. I got him some WD40 which didn't seem to help. Then we found a pry bar for him to use. He pushed and pushed and then SNAP. He broke the bolt. It seems that he'd been torquing on it the wrong direction. Things had become complicated. I asked him if I should just call a tow truck and have it taken to the shop and he insisted that he could fix it. He made a call and found out the the bolt he'd broken needed to be purchased at a Pontiac dealer. While he was calling around I went into the house and called my mechanic and left a message hoping he'd call me back. After the "helpful" co-worker left to go back to work my mechanic called me back and I explained to him what had happened. He told me that he was concerned that if he didn't tap and drill exactly he would crack my block. The mechanic then did something you rarely see anymore. He drove to my house to look at it personally. He even brought another mechanic with him for a second opinion. They explained things to me and I asked if they'd be able to help me. They could. They drove my car to the shop (it was only a mile away) and within 2 hours it was fixed and back at my home. The FREE fix I'd gotten cost me an extra $170. At least my car is fixed now and I know I have mechanic's I can count on.

Friday I did one medium reading. Saturday I did three readings. Sunday I did one. I'm always amazed at how different each one is. I love this aspect of my life.

Monday I head to Harmony, MN. Time for an Amish Day away. Nothing is more soothing to me than basket shopping at Amish farms. Perhaps I was Amish in a previous life.

Readings

Psychic Readings to be exact. I am constantly amazed at how different each person's reading is. I'm also constantly amazed at how fearful I am before each reading - fearful that nothing will happen. That I will have nothing to be the medium to. It' s never happened to me so I'm not sure why I'm so concerned with that each time, but I am.

Last Friday I did a fascinating read on a woman. I'd never met her, but as always by the time I left her home I felt like we were old friends. And as the answers to her questions came through so easily and made such sense to her it reminded me of a Star Trek episode from the original series in the 1960's. In this particular episode Mr. Spock's brain has been removed by an entity of higher knowledge. It's left to "Bones" to put back in. He's given the information and at first it is as clear as a bell. He keeps repeating, "A child could do this." That's how I felt while I read this woman. Her answers were so clear - once we were given the answers. In her daily life the answers weren't so clear to her. She wrote me a few days later and told me that I'd provided her with the missing puzzle pieces to her life. It feels good to be able to help others. I love my gifts for that simple fact alone. I'm able to help others. I'm not a doctor or a teacher. I don't have a higher education. I'm a simple woman with an amazing gift...and I am grateful.

Psychic Development

Today was an interesting day. I took a psychic development class instructed by Robert Baca. He's an amazing psychic/medium and was my launching off point to my own psychic development. When I head about this class I jumped at the opportunity to take it. Classes are interesting in and of themselves. It all depends on the people who attend the class what you get from it. I was hoping to find a community of like minded people that I could begin to communicate with. That wasn't to be in this case. The majority of the people there today were what I'd call dabblers. They were interested in the idea of psychic development, but only just slightly interested. I suspect that most of them had been read by Robert before and were simply drawn to him, as many are.

It was still a good class in that I did learn some new things and more importantly I had my own abilities confirmed. When we were asked to do a reading on the stranger sitting across from us and a parrot came through I wondered what she would say. It turns out she knew exactly what I was talking about and was excited to hear from the bird.

And speaking of animals. I am continually amazed by the amount of animals that come through in my readings. Nearly every one has a pet come through. Not too long ago I was involved in a conversation with several people about animals as family members - did we really see them that way. I always have seen my dogs (and now my son's cat) as members of the family. One of the women in the conversation said that although she cared for her dogs she would never consider them family and did not talk to them and would never tell them that she loved them. In my case my dog is the last soul I converse with every day as I go out of the house to work. Even though she is in her kennel I always say the same thing to her. Sleep good, mommy loves you. I've never thought that was even slighty strange until our conversation about pets as family members. Considering how many pets come back from the other side to connect with their "families" though, I'm going to have to stick with my belief that they are family.

Till next time.