March 5, 2021 – Psychic Connections

Do you ever find yourself thinking a great deal about a specific person and then out of the blue, they reach out? Or, on the other hand, you reach out and they reply with, “How funny! You’ve been on my mind all week!” The means of connecting can be through a phone call or a text or a letter, but one way doesn’t trump the others. At the end of the day, those are the means we currently have available to connect with others. Or is it? Maybe there’s more to a ‘thought’ than we give it credit for. I cannot tell you how many times I haven’t thought about someone for months or years and then all of a sudden, their name pops into my head. Nearly every time it happens, I will ‘hear’ from them in one form or another. You know the other day when I wrote about my brother Dapper Dan? I hadn’t heard from him for several months. It wasn’t two days after I posted the blog about him, he reached out via text. Weird. I wonder if he knows I called him a ‘Master Moocher’? Geesh. I hope not!

It’s been happening to me for years. Clearly, there’s something that links us that is not visible, some sort of psychic connection. I’ve read about it happening to others. The moment someone dies, like a child, it’s not that rare for the mother or father or a sibling to know long before anyone else. When I say this, I’m referring to when they’re nowhere near their loved one when they pass, and yet, seem to have an awareness that some loss has occurred. My mom and I have had this connection for years. Time after time, when she or I have reached out, the other has said, “Hey, I was just thinking of you!” I’ve also had it happen a lot with my brothers Clover and Turtle, my husband, my kids, and some of my dearest friends. What is this thing that links us and does it stop once we ‘die’? I have tried for years to connect with some of my dearly departed but none of them seem to be interested. This strange phenomenon of ‘hearing’ from people once I’ve thought about them, only seems to apply to other ‘living people’, at least in my case.

It’s not as though I haven’t tried to reach those that have gone to the ‘Great Beyond’. I have tried a lot, actually. My oldest sister, the one that died in a car accident when I was 16, has been the main person I have tried to reach, to no avail. I’ve gone to her grave and talked to her, I’ve talked to her at night before going to bed. I’ve asked for her to ‘show me a sign’. She’s never materialized or said a word and the only ‘signs’ I ever see are the ones I spot along the road whenever I find it necessary to run to the grocery store because I’m out of bananas or milk or bread. The bulk of them say ‘one way only’, ‘stop’, ‘no right turn on red’, ‘yield’, ‘hospital’, and ‘school zone’. I don’t know if she’s too busy singing and dancing and having a great time, and just not interested in ‘getting in touch’ or if she has reached out and I just didn’t notice because I was too distracted by the radio or the TV. I thought if anything, she’d show up when I attended one of several psychic workshops. Nope.

Yes, I went through a period of time when I tried to connect with others that had ‘left this dimension or plane of existence’. For some reason, my old friends and/or relatives continually shun me. If you’ve ever gone to one of those workshops, part of the ‘draw’ is to be among the ‘chosen’. The ‘chosen’ are the rare few in the audience that the psychic has indicated ‘someone wishes to speak with’. Of all the workshops or conferences I attended, so often the psychic would point in my direction and say something to the effect of, “I am being guided to the back row, over to the far right. There’s a female figure. Her name starts with an ‘S’.” I would always leap out of my seat, only to discover that it wasn’t me ‘the spirit’ was interested in communicating with; it was the lady in front of me or the lady beside me. I always left feeling rather cheated by the whole experience. And yet, I’d continue to go, hoping that someday I’d be the ‘chosen’ one.

My friends, I have gone to fortune tellers, psychic fairs, psychic conferences and workshops, psychic therapists, I even sat down with a lady that shook a bag of assorted animal bones and then dumped them out into a bowl. After examining them, she said a bunch of stuff about my life that wasn’t really relevant. I’ve called psychics on the radio, I’ve tried to ‘win’ opportunities to meet psychics, I’ve watched tons of shows about psychics. I really loved ‘Long Island Medium’, although I wish people would stop encouraging Theresa to wear her hair that way. We are the same age and ‘teased hair’ just doesn’t fly any longer. I do have to question the nails, too. Why do women get fake nails that double as weapons? Do they go into the salon and ask for the ‘Edward Scissorhands’ or the ‘Freddy Krueger’ look? I’d be so afraid of unintentionally stabbing myself. The simple act of ‘rubbing your eye when it itches’ could lead to a needless and tragic permanent loss of vision.

Life is hard enough, why complicate it any further by getting extra long acrylic nails? Things we take for granted, like typing or tying our shoes, would be nearly impossible to do. Can someone please explain this ‘phenomenon’ to me? Theresa Caputo, Cardi B, Dolly Parton, Barbra Streisand, Billie Eilish, would one of you mind getting in touch with me and helping me understand? I’m perplexed. Wow. I really ran that train off the tracks! Sorry about that. Anyhow, what I was talking about was ‘connecting’ with others. So far, I have yet to connect with anyone that has ‘gone to the other side’. I’m not picky, although I don’t want anything ‘evil’ to make an appearance. No thanks! There’s enough evil in this world as it is. But I wouldn’t mind hearing from my sister or my friend ‘D’ that died in high school (or a few other people that I dearly loved). There are plenty of people in my life that have ‘passed’ but I don’t know whether they’d have anything nice to say. I would hope they did, but if they didn’t, I’d really rather not hear from them.

It’s funny. I’ve been interested in psychics for years. I think it all started with Montel Williams and Sylvia Browne. Speaking of long nails! Holy smokes, that lady had some ridiculously long nails!! Needless to say, I watched Montel’s show faithfully for years, primarily because of Sylvia. After that, I couldn’t get enough. Anytime a show was advertised that featured a ‘psychic’, I made sure my calendar was empty so I’d be able to view it when it aired on TV. James Van Praagh, John Edward, Theresa Caputo, Sylvia Browne, Ryan Buell, Chip Coffey, Lorraine Warren, anything they had to say, I gobbled it up. To be fair, I was just as fascinated watching ‘My 600 Pound Life’ and ‘Hoarders’, but that’s wholly unrelated to this topic. Picking up where I left off, if I heard a psychic was coming to town, you’d better believe I had a seat in the audience. I went along with everything because I so desperately wanted to ‘believe’. It wasn’t until I moved to the town I currently live in that I had a ‘change of heart’.

Of all days, it was ‘First Friday’ and a local psychic was on hand to sign copies of her latest book at the only remaining bookstore in town. I purchased her book, of course, and then I asked whether she would perform a reading. Dare I say, that experience ‘broke’ me! I don’t know if she bent one of her antennae, but nearly everything she said was wrong, wrong, wrong! Maybe she was channeling a neighbor, but it certainly wasn’t me. After that, she ‘read’ my husband. During the reading, I kept making sideways glances at him. It was really hard not to laugh. Her predictions were so far-fetched and none of them came true. When she said quite confidently, “In ten days, you will be hired for a director position at the hospital,” she set herself up for failure. As much as I wanted to believe, I really did, ten days came and went and nothing changed. It might have been more possible had there actually been a job opening for a director at the time, but I think the only position open was for a CNA and maybe a records transcriptionist.

After that happened, I lost all confidence in psychics in general. I’m still open to them but my beliefs align more with a skeptic, as I have yet to have anyone accurately ‘read’ me. I did have one lady get sort-of close. She said she ‘saw’ me eating a whole bunch of sunflower seeds, which was an activity I did frequently, but that’s the only thing she ‘saw’ that was correct. Big whoop! Anyway, what was my point? Hmm. I guess my point is that despite my recent disillusionment regarding psychics, I still feel that we are all connected somehow. Not just humans, all living beings and all living things. We all impact one another, whether we realize it or not. And for that reason alone, it’s important that we treat each other (and all manner of life) with love, respect, and care. Thank you so much for stopping by. For the folks that are ‘following’ me, I am grateful for you and the continued interest you have in reading my blog. If all goes well and I haven’t run you off, I trust you will return tomorrow as will I.


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