Psychic Readings
Psychic Readings
My first experience with a psychic was a reading arranged by my sister.
Psychic Readings
Brigid and I had always been deeply ‘attuned’ to one another and often one of us would pick up the phone to call the other and find that, even before dialling (!), we were connected. This was a bit remarkable as we lived most of our adult lives in different countries. However, on the day in question the last thing I expected was that the professional and highly reputable psychic we were going to meet would greet us at the door with the exclamation: “Why are you coming to see me? You two are already psychic.”
Say, what? Shocked but intrigued (the psychic had only my sister’s first name and nothing else as this was long before Caller ID had been invented), we followed the psychic inside her modest, quiet home. She graciously offered us tea and then turned and looked at me in a curious manner. “I’m being prompted to ask you about the ‘crystal skull’. Does that mean anything to you?”
Stunned by the question, I took a moment to register how bizarre the situation was. A total stranger was asking me about something that only my husband and I knew. When he was in graduate school, he had boarded in the home of an elderly woman who took a maternal interest in Sean. His charming manner, quick wit and gregarious personality drew many people to him and Mrs. H was no exception. After Sean had been there for a few months, he saw something in Mrs. H’s china closet that he hadn’t noticed before: a beautiful piece of crystal that caught and refracted the autumn light streaming through the dining room window. Mrs. H followed his gaze and asked if he would like to hold the object. Sean, of course, said yes. His bemusement turned to wonder as he realised that the crystal was made in the shape of a human skull.
To be continued…