So, I recently visited a psychic. I know they often get a bad rap, along with people who utilize them. I’ve often taken it upon myself to judge people who relied on psychics for advice; labeling them as gullible and desperate, amongst other things. However, I’d like to think I’ve become more open minded and less judgemental as I’ve gotten older. While I don’t believe that just because someone claims to be a psychic that they have special powers, I do believe that it is possible for some people to possess these abilities, so why not give it a shot?
I suppose I should explain why seeing a psychic appealed to me in the first place. First, I was wondering if I might get insight regarding a book deal for the memoir I finished earlier this year. Second, I was curious as to whether or not my mom or dad (who have passed on) would want to reach out to me.
My first impression of Lois (not her actual name) was that she looked normal- perhaps I was expecting more of a Miss Cleo vibe- if you’re thirty or younger, feel free to google. Lois has been a nurse for over thirty years and psychic readings are something she does on the side, though she’s hoping to make it more of a full-time endeavor once she retires next year.
I went to Lois a total of three times (so far). The first time she drew some tarot cards, which to me, resulted in many generalizations and therefore, provided little guidance or clarity to my situation. She did say that my book was a stepping stone for other things that I would be accomplishing in my life, but she couldn’t say anything beyond that. I wasn’t impressed, but I remained curious, so I booked another visit.
That is when things got interesting. She asked if I wanted to communicate with anyone who’d passed. I had told her my dad died in March and that we were estranged at the time. She immediately informed me that he was there, talking to her. He asked if I was sure I wanted to hear what he had to say. I was nervous because he’d written me off years ago…was he still angry with me? Was I ready to get yelled at from beyond the grave? Ignoring my uncertainty, I said yes. Lois said that Dad felt what he did to me was unforgivable, and that he was shocked I was willing to hear him out. “Your dad said that he didn’t know how to be a dad and that he’s sorry for never making you a priority. He thinks it has something to do with his relationship with his dad, but either way, he’s had a lot of time to reevaluate his time here, and he’s ashamed at how he treated you. It’s unforgivable, he says.” I told her to tell him that I forgave him, and that writing my book helped me tremendously with that. Lois said Dad wanted to know if he could communicate with me more often, and I told her/him “Yes, absolutely!” Lois looked as though she were on the verge of tears, and she said “Your dad says “Unbelievable!”
Now, I know when it comes to loved ones who are no longer with us, we are especially vulnerable, but despite that, I have no doubt that she was communicating with my dad. It wasn’t just hearing things I wanted to hear- it was the way he spoke. He had also acknowledged his terrible temper during the session, which I wrote about in detail in my memoir. What I concluded after this session was that I’m choosing to believe my dad and I are rekindling our relationship. If I’m wrong, then so be it. Lord knows I’ve spent much of my life believing in things that hurt me and diminished my self-worth, so why not believe in the possibility that not only is there an afterlife, but that people can use it to reflect, to reconnect and maybe even to heal wounds that we simply assumed would remain open? During the next session, I heard what Mom had to say.