A Psychic Read — I Got Happy
It Happened Just This Morning
A long time ago, I did psychic readings for people. I eventually started earning money, but the readings took a long time for me to do. These were channeled readings that sometimes took me up to five hours to type. I channel in different ways, verbal and written. I also close my eyes, which, when I am doing a reading via my keyboard, involves a lot of spelling errors. Technically, I’m in a sort of semi-trance. The trance part gets more profound when I do verbal channeling. I especially like to do verbal channeling with my eyes closed. Doing that cuts down on distractions.
Reading with my eyes closed presents a problem when the person in front of me wants to interrupt. I’m not sure why, but I’m just not with the program so much. Sometimes, I can sense the client wants to say something, and it jars me a little bit, and I come out of a trance to open my eyes and see what is bothering them.
Other times, they interrupt me with an additional comment or question. This also jars me out of trance. It is disruptive to me. Pretend you are immersed in your writing, and your husband comes to the door to ask you to remind him to do something. Shit. I’ve lost the train of thought. I’m thinking bad thoughts about him now, wondering why he can’t put a reminder to himself on a Post-it note. Now, I have to do that for him. And I’ve lost my train of thought.
Does it sound real? It is. Again, this is a lesson for myself on how to quickly return to the writer’s headspace I was in before I was interrupted.
Note to self: I just can’t say to anybody, “Now, you’ve ruined it.” Put that one in a book instead.
I’ve never figured out how to make all that work easily. The guides who do the channeling for me don’t seem to care, so many times, I think I look like an ass.
There is learning for me all over the place.
A better situation would be for me to have an assistant as I do readings. They could sit beside me and be quiet, guarding me against people with long hat pins who want to stick me in the hand to see if I will exit the trance state. I’m vivid on that one.
Anyway, it costs to have an assistant sit with you. Perhaps I could train my cat to guard me.
All of that is neither here nor there. I don’t do readings anymore unless somebody asks. I would rather help people develop their own psychic talents and do readings for themselves.
I want to describe my feelings as I looked at a photograph of somebody in the Medium subreddit at Reddit.com this morning. I’ll link to the post at the end of this article so you can see too.
Presumably, the folks in the subreddit are practicing mediums or interested in mediums.
When I looked at the young man’s picture, I got happy.
That’s all. Just happy. But that one word tells me a lot. It tells me that the person is dead. It told me that no matter how this person died or what their circumstances were on this side of the veil they are happy now. They don’t need anything. They are cared for. They are happy.
In all the years I’ve been channeling I have never once met anybody who was grinding away at Karmic wheels of justice. There is not one person who is a shit. Imagine Trump not being a shit? Now, I’m off-topic again. People who died of misdiagnoses, people who were murdered or blown up. People who left all sorts of people in the lurch when they died. They’re all happy. That’s just my understanding of it.
It was interesting after my own father died. He had been a shit to me in life, but ended up being okay in the afterlife. He even came to help me out once when I was very frightened during a medical procedure.
My job, as a psychic, is to help folks here. People who have died get all the help they need on the other side from those who know what they are doing. Praying for them is like spitting in the wind as far as I’m concerned. What I do is send loving and healing thoughts to those on this side who are facing health issues, stress, grief, or whatever. I don’t know if it helps them. I hope it does.
Do I talk to God? Sure. You can, too. I have a funny story about local church groups that go out in teams to visit in the neighborhood and want to save me. They ask me, “Have you been saved by Jesus?” I say yes. Do they want to talk to him? It’s cut down on the number of times we get visitors at the house.
Now, let me ask you. Did you sense Karmic trails of ether trailing about as you read that? Anyway, yes, I have spoken to Jesus. Not a lot, but he’s there to talk if you want to. He’s a good guy. Somebody in spirit just said, “Thank you for that.” Humorous.
Can I see him? Not with my regular eyes. I can flip into psychic mode, which happens near my ears. It’s like peripheral vision. It’s also best caught as a movement. It’s also just a flash. No lengthy visions for me. I don’t know if I’m just wired that way or what. It’s how it is with me.
So, somebody in spirit wants to say something. How do I know? I get a little antsy feeling. It’s like I’m hungry. Sometimes, they actually say the words to me, but usually, it’s an odd little feeling that they want to say something. I got that just now. So, without further ado, I introduce somebody in spirit. I’ll put their stuff in a bold italic font.
Hello.
Hi. Is this Seth?
No, it’s the guy in the Reddit post.
Oh, hello. I didn’t know you were going to show up.
Well, I’m here. This is strange.
Oh, come on. Don’t be silly.
No, really, I’m not being silly. It’s like you’re this little spy hole in the fence, and I can see through to where they’re building a building on the other side.
Really, you’re not pulling my leg?
I’m not all that smart.
Ha. That’s funny.
Why? I wasn’t that smart.
Look, kid. You were as smart as you needed to be in life. I’m sure you’ve got lots of friends with you on the other side. I know I can’t do anything for you. But if you think so, I’ll try.
Hey, want the winning Powerball Numbers?
You can’t do that.
Sure, I can.
Thank you for the offer, but I don’t need them.
Why? Are you well off?
No, of course not. I’m methodically going through the cupboards, using up our canned goods before they explode. I’m being very frugal with the stuff we are eating.
Have you ever had something explode?
Yes, shortly after we were married, I was opening a can of tomato paste to make dinner when it hit the ceiling and went everywhere.
I heard you did that with a carton of milk, too.
What? Are you guys omniscient?
No, it’s like you’ve got a Facebook page up here, and everything you are is written all over it. You put that bit in a story the other day.
Why should you care?
It’s different up here. We know, but we don’t care. So much, anyway. At least not like we did before we died.
What would you say if you had something to say to your friend?
I’d say all she has to do is close her eyes, and I’ll be there.
That’s touching. I suppose anybody could do that with their loved ones, too.
Yes, I’m pretty sure that’s how it works.
Hey, thanks for stopping by. It’s been a while since I’ve talked to one of the dearly departed.
Thanks for letting me get into print.
The Links:
Medium SubReddit for psychic mediums I spoke of in the article above.