“It” being strange and/or supernatural events. If that’s not your thing, no problem…. feel free to skip the next few posts. It wasn’t my thing either. Until it happened to me. Not so easy to ignore then.
As most of you know I lost my father when I was 14. I was an only child of older parents and a total daddy’s girl.
His loss shook my world to it’s core. Heck, I’m 57 years old, and to be honest I still haven’t gotten over it. Anyway…. back in 2013 my best friend gave me a very odd Christmas gift. “An Evening with Spirits” which was an hour long private session with a psychic. Now before you roll your eyes (like I did) it should be noted this was her daughter’s old college roommate and not some loon on the street corner. She’s traveled the world, studied numerous religions and spiritual disciplines, worked with the most respected people in the field ( you’re rolling your eyes again, I know… because I did it as well). But I assure you, my girlfriend is the most down to earth, no nonsense, grounded New Englander you’re apt to meet so if she said this woman was the real deal and forked out a major amount of money for a reading? I had to go along.
The following is copied from my old blog site, and while I normally don’t do that type of thing…. it was written right after the experience and was a harbinger of things to come. Read on if you’re interested.
A Twilight Zone moment….. For Friends Only
Added: Saturday, January 26th 2013 at 6:38am by rivergirl
Friends only because I really don’t need a larger crowd of people thinking I’m crazy.
As you know, I’m using my unique Christmas present this weekend and will be visiting the psychic I posted about earlier. Me, seeing a psychic. And they say pigs don’t fly.
So yesterday I’m sitting on the couch reading an interesting book about Tibet. It was full of legend and lore and spirits and demons…..which got me thinking about my upcoming reading. Basically I was wondering if it would be amazing or a total waste of time. Contact with my late father would be a dream, but we all know how rarely those come true. Flooded with bittersweet memories of my father, I put the book down and looked up at our mantle where an antique English clock of my father’s sits.
It’s a pretty little thing that my mother gave us 29 years ago when my husband and I moved into our first home.
Unfortunately, it doesn’t work. Hasn’t for the entire 29 years we’ve owned it and since it has a rather special pedigree….
I never wanted to take it to just any repair shop to be fixed. Call me lazy, call me cheap… but there you have it…. it doesn’t work.
Until yesterday when I was sitting on the couch thinking about my father and the damn thing started ticking.
I’m not kidding…. I almost had a heart attack.
My jaw dropped, and I think I started shaking.
I jumped up to make sure I wasn’t hearing things and I swear by all that’s holy the stupid thing was working. After more than 29 years.
Coincidence? I don’t think so.
Crazy lady hearing things? I’d be the first to say so if it hadn’t happened to me. The clock ticked for almost half an hour, and naturally stopped right before my husband got home from work.
Other people talk about experiencing weird things like this and I scoff. But I’m here to tell you when it happens to you? All bets are off.