One Life, Two Lives

“I have never told anyone this, and it sounds so odd, but you will have two lives,” I told the plush blonde who looked to be about my age. That was her second reading in two years.

I forget my clients as soon as they leave my presence. It seems the information goes through me like a radio. I am merely a transmitter.

In her third reading the third year, her eagerness to tell me what happened made her body bounce.

“At first I thought, because my husband died, that I would have another husband, and that would mean another type of life. But in January I had a massive heart attack. I was dead for eight minutes.

The doctor told my sister and daughter, who sat at my hospital bed, that I would have brain damage. As I came to, my first words were, ‘She told me I would have two lives.’

The first thing I saw was your face,” she said, then laughed at her family’s reaction to her initial words.

My oddity astounds me. This tale told by a beautiful woman makes me want to continue with my readings, despite my initial hesitations.

We are all good at something.

How Much Do I Tell a Client?

Who killed my husband? Will I make it through the divorce? Will I have another heart attack if I have sex?

These 3 questions came from 3 clients in May.

I never know what to withhold and what to tell? I am not a genius, merely a woman with a gift.

Maybe it is like "country club" behavior.....try to be polite, key into the person with whom I'm communicating, and then hope for the best.

My underlying concern keeps me on target.