Give Thanks on Any Day That Works

One of the definitions for psychic is, marked by extraordinary or mysterious sensitivity, perception, or understanding. This, and my ability to time travel, made me able to celebrate Thanksgiving and Christmas on any day before or after. It started when I was a flight attendant and had to fly. I felt so sad, but then relished the joy and comfort of the crew and passengers who celebrated on different days.

When my kids were young, they preferred Thanksgiving with their dads and cousins. Why would they pick me? I didn’t make any of the normal Thanksgiving dishes and didn’t invite people to my house. After divorce, holidays are difficult for everyone. I missed my kids, but sharing gladdens the heart. I give thanks on any day that both my kids share a meal with me.

As an adult, my daughter has taken over Thanksgiving in wonderful ways, with music and people, celebration and laughter. I will have a blast at her house again this year, surrounded by love.

I’ll do Christmas on December 23, same as always, with first dibs before exhaustion sets in. We’ll be eager, hungry, and excited. They’ll leave early so my four-year-old grandson can wake up in his own bed for the glory of Santa’s arrival.

What I call movie moments arrive unexpectedly all year. Let’s celebrate when the timing works. If you’re alone, and I have been many holidays, enjoy anything your heart desires. As my son’s father used to say, can’t have it all, where would you put it?

Why Can't I See Spirits?

On each October ghost tour I lead, a woman laments, why can’t I see spirits? I wish I could.

Like love, spirits can’t be touched or proven, but they’re heady and real. Love is a verb, so if you walk the path of spirits, you’ll feel, sense, or hear them. Try to make ghosts as real as possible. To connect with someone who has passed on, believe that you can do it. Remember, it’s not a two-way bit of communication. They can’t hear you. Somehow they sense you, but not with words that originate from you.

Spirits talk to us, so we need to be aware and listen, like we do for the sound of the birds that herald spring. Keep your antennae up. Their voice or presence can come through to you when you don’t expect it.

A smell can trigger that the door is open and you need to walk through. To look at your grandmother’s photograph can mean you hear her spirit advice, so analyze it and figure out if it’s an old message, or quite possibly, a new one. If you miss a passed-on friend and the nature walks that you took, then walk in the woods and listen. Pop open your senses and your friend’s voice might come, if not that day, then another one.

Oh life is hard, and so is the connection with someone whose body has gone. Don’t give up. Don’t spend so much time with regret and lament. Move forward with what you have.

UFO Sighting

The “voice” I hear in my head, God or Sky Daddy, told me to look up from the couch one evening last week. A sphere of extremely bright light zoomed past my window, so close I thought it was an old episode of Twilight Zone. I jumped up to look out the other window, but it had disappeared. A helicopter? No, it moved way too fast and looked too bright.

I think I’ve been visited by aliens several times when I was asleep. I think they took blood and examined me, but I have no proof, only my belief system. I haven’t told anyone, but as a psychologist friend says, you’re only as sick as your secrets.

That’s all I have. No depth of knowledge, only experience and belief. Let me know if you’ve had sightings or contact. We are not alone.

Creativity, Music, & Love

I’m not exactly sure what’s going on that I’m so intuitive. A watchful child, I escaped into my imagination, and throughout the day, listened to bouts of inner chatter with those who talked to me inside my head. At the time, I thought the voices came from above the clouds. I knew my brain didn’t originate them.

When I tell fortunes, my brain goes on active, nonstop, improvisational flights. I talk without hesitation in a magical, not logical way. It feels like a high level of spontaneous creativity and my reality is altered. It’s heady and interesting, but not always pleasant when I have to share uncomfortable truths.

Some people seek a reality with alcohol or other mind changing substances. Their truth is altered, but I know it’s their right and their choice. A friend says, your circus your monkey.

As I get older, it’s even more important that I push aside my inhibitions in order to be creative. On Saturday, I sang three songs with a country band at a private party. Before I joined them, my mouth felt dry and I thought I wouldn’t find my pitch. As I stood in the middle, the band leader strummed a C chord. I suddenly felt comfortable and part of the magic. Ecstasy filled me as I sang, listened, and moved my body to the rhythm.

When the party wound down, the band members ate burgers and chilled. The guitarist leaned down to me with a soft kiss on my cheek, and in a low voice said, thanks for joining us on the battlefield.

Five of us, who will never join together again, had a spiritual connection of music and love. That’s intuition. My own battlefield of troubles, euphoria, and the love of making music.

Make the Most of Your Gifts

It’s Father’s Day and my dad was a D-. He did tell me one thing that has been marvelous. He said, study what you love. This is the opposite of my mother, who told me many times, get a real job. I decided to pay attention to dad. Over the years, I’ve wondered why I worked the jobs I chose. I think it’s because I had gifts that I could share.

One job I admire is garbage collector, a skill set filled with bravado. I’m a super sniffer so that job would kill me. My ex-cheerleader knees would yell at me, and I dislike the sun. In my twenties, I ran a cash register all day and liked it, and I enjoyed substitute teaching for middle schoolers, despite their angst. My friend is a personal trainer, and that one would be impossible for me. Any job with physicality would knock me out, although I do like physical movement with my fingers as I write or play piano.

Therapist? How wonderful they are to listen and help solve personal problems. Lawyer? Read the law rules for research. Politics? Get bashed and keep your head up. Nope, couldn’t do any of those jobs.

I worked in a snack bar and was a flight attendant because I was good with calm in response to demanding people. I teach music because I love all the notes, whether they are right or wrong. I directed twenty musicals because I love choir singing but hate to make children stand still to sing. I do psychic readings because I can see through walls and time travel to the future.  

Please, each of you, pat yourself on the back. Intuitively you know what you can do, and that you can do it. You have found your niche, and happiness should come from the fact that you are able to do a job that many other people can’t. This is marvelous. Give yourself a prize.  

A Murder Case from Decades Ago

I’m trying to decide whether or not to talk about a murder case that I worked on as a psychic, pro bono. I’ve only talked about one case, ever. With that one, I received threats from a family member of the murderer, who blames me as the reason their relative is in jail. That murder happened here in Lebanon. The second case occurred in another Pennsylvania county, so it’s bound to stir up news reporters, and possibly family members of the victim and the murderer.

Contact with a victim’s family is horrible and even worse than my “seeing” the murder. In this second case, decades ago, I met with a parent of the victim, who cried with pain. The coroner knew my work and begged me to visit, and I have regretted it ever since. The case is now adjudicated, with the killer in jail, so I’m free to discuss it. I didn’t solve the case at the time, it was solved decades later, but I presented important clues. The original detective taped my information, then retired, took it home, and never gave it to the detectives after him. I worked on it again years later with a different detective, but I couldn’t get much of the info back. The vicious enormity of it meant I had refused to store one bit of it in my brain. If I decide to speak about this case, I have to hope it heals a gentle soul.

All of us are asked for advice and feedback. We want to help but sometimes it stirs up more pain. With a good and open heart, we follow our instincts and say what we think is best. Healing comes in many ways. 

Health Issues & Moral Dilemmas

When I do readings, I start with health issues, pinpoint problems and give ideas. Sometimes they take it to heart, other times they are already aware. The worst is when a client dies without being able to adapt to my cautionary tales. All of us watch friends and family do unhealthy things, yet we try to accept difficult choices as they do their best.

As a child, my father was abusive and unhappy most days. His damage unraveled for me in my 20s, with twice a week therapy that helped me face my demons and saved me from a life of destruction. I spent decades with more therapy, but I didn’t speak of my psychic abilities. I figured my therapist didn’t have it, so how could he or she help me?

Now, when I tell people I’m psychic, they usually say one of three things. What can you tell me, they ask, without offering me a cookie or advice from their own line of work. Or they ask, aren’t you scared? The other thing I hear is, I wish I had your gift.

If I have the energy, I tell them something about their life. To the second question, I ask, why should I fear what I’ve always had? Other people should be scared, not me. When they say they want my powers, I wish I could pass it on.

When a friend is sick, we all have moral dilemmas. Do we tell them they look awful and talk about negative stuff? Or do we spread positive thoughts, which might lead to happiness or contentment?

For my master’s degree, I took a lot of philosophy courses. What surprised me was that we had discussions that were like a volley of tennis balls without keeping score. We each decided who was the clear winner, and each of us was correct.