Saturday, September 03, 2005
strange story
I went to a psychic not so long ago. I was pretty skeptical, but curious just the same. This is a psychic that the local police department uses from time to time. She's had some success in locating missing people (locally). I called to make an appointment and was told to come in 2 months later. That was pretty amazing. A 2 month wait list? She charges $60/hr and she visits with 8 people a day. Hmmmm, $480 a day and I'm betting she doesn't claim all of it on her taxes. Not a bad little scam. But my appointment day came, and I went for my reading. Being the skeptic that I am, I scheduled with a fake name. I didn't want her to have an easy time doing any research on me to 'surprise' me with facts that she knew about my life. I also brought along a tape recorder. Turned out I didn't need it, she supplied a tape of the reading, and it was included in the cost.

She reads tarot cards. I kept seeing some skeleton looking dude, and she said that's not necessarily a death card, but it was freaky to see it. All in all - it was a pretty mild reading, except for the fact that she said I have more 'spirits' following me around than she typically sees. Apparently, spirits follow lots of people around, I just have more. She called one of them by name, said he was close to me, and that he was very protective. The name she called him was Michael.

See - now that's where I felt my entire face drain of color. I know I know... Michael is a very common name, but she also went on to describe some [former] personality traits of Michael, and I just started to believe her. You see, my brother... Michael died when I was 11. I've always felt that he was watching me. This just seemed to make it even more believeable. So now I've completely wigged out, and then she started talking about an old woman with salt & pepper hair, thick thick glasses, and walks with a limp. This old woman would be passing on a gift. The old woman she described sounded like my grandmother, but again - how common is that description? I was still reeling from the Michael comment and didn't give that last one as much attention.

Then the session was over. As I was thanking her for her time, she told me that I was a puzzle to her. (Yeah! I didn't give her my real name!! LOL). I asked her how I puzzled her, and she told me that I am a strong psychic myself, and she didn't understand why I felt I needed to see her, unless I'm just not 'tapped in' to that part yet. If that was the case, she'd like me to come sit with her a few more times and she would see if a mentoring relationship could be worked out. So again, I'm thinking that this 'mentoring relationship' would cost a few bucks, and I just politely thanked her again and left. I popped my reading tape into the deck and started re-listening to the reading again, and thought I heard something strange. Too much road noise.

I stopped by my parents house on the way home, and laughingly told my dad about the afternoon I'd had. He was faintly disturbed by it. He told me that it's against the Bible to dabble in such things. I just assured him that I wouldn't be visiting her again. About this time... my grandmother totters in. I gave her a hug and she pressed a necklace into my hand. I looked down at it, and she told me that she was giving it to me. It was the necklace that my grandfather had given my grandmother on their 25th wedding anniversary. I hugged her tightly while I felt chills race down my spine. (enter the Twilight Zone theme song!!)

Well - after that weirdness occurred, I decided to listen to the reading one more time. See if I could figure out what was bothering me. I grabbed the headphones and cranked up the volume. When I got to the part that I'd heard the strange sound, I had to stop the tape, rewind and listen again to make sure I'd heard it right. It's my name. In the static, (white noise) I hear my name. My real name. The name I did not tell the psychic. I heard my name right about the time that she's telling me about Michael.

So now I'm not so skeptical. And add that to some of the stranger things that have occurred around me, past and present... I really have begun to wonder. I wonder if I should take her up on the mentoring offer.... LOL

posted by Norman at 8:26 PM | Permalink |


  • At Saturday, September 03, 2005 9:40:00 PM, Blogger WhimsiKat

    It's kinda just like tuning your radio in to a certain station - mostly we're tuned in to the mundane world but there is more depth to existence than just what we see and if we tune into to other possibilities then they become perceptible to us. Modern physics has finally met metaphysics in the middle so to speak. Everything is simply emergy. Things you can easily see and touch - your grandmother, an ant, a tree, a desk - these things, material things are just energy that isn't moving very fast. Other types of energy are moving very quickly and are not perceptible with the same senses as slow-energy objects but they are just as actual. Hopefully that'll help to take some of the 'ookiness out of it for you! (smile). By the way, I have a Michael who looks after me too. My first husband Michael died 10 years ago (he was only 27). Whenever I feel strongly that he is near, my son or daughter or both will usually tell me, "Daddy was here last night" or something like that.

  • At Monday, September 05, 2005 12:45:00 AM, Anonymous Michelle

    Wow, interesting post. I have always wanted to go to a psychic. I never have because it kind of freaks me out a little, I've had several of my immediate family members die and I'm kind of afraid to know that they are all following me around.

    Thanks for your kind words on my sister's site (RantnRavin). She is having a hard time with that jerk.

    Great site!

  • At Monday, September 05, 2005 6:41:00 AM, Blogger Greg

    Wow that is kinda spooky. I believe in ghost or spirits or what ever they are but I have never met a psychic I think that would be interesting.


  • At Monday, September 05, 2005 11:42:00 AM, Blogger Norman

    Ok. Here's hoping Michelle or TEH sees this...

    I checked with the TX registered sex offender registry. Just for my own curiousity you understand...

    Dan's not registered on there... YET. But interestingly enough - 2 people on "W. Harris" street are. And Spur is not that big of a town. Please be careful with this guy..


  • At Monday, September 05, 2005 2:34:00 PM, Anonymous crazy_dan

    Of course Ia m not regestered on there I dont live in Spur. I live in Amarillo and wrok as a probation Officer that should make it easier for you to find me since I am not 163 miles away but down the block.

  • At Monday, September 05, 2005 2:44:00 PM, Blogger Tammy


    Thanks for your kind words on my site. Do you mind if add you to my blog roll?

    That is a very spooky story! I too have wanted to go to a psychic to see if mine and Michelle's family members are following us. Although, I swear my 5 year old is my brother reincarnated!

    That is so spooky!

    Dan being a probation officer makes a lot of sense. He's spent way too much time with criminals. I wonder what his bosses would say about his comments about a 13 year old girl. I'm sure his "clients" would be pleased.

  • At Monday, September 05, 2005 6:16:00 PM, Blogger Norman

    teh -- heck no I don't mind! I was about to put you on mine anyway.. I always jump to your site from the comments you leave on Christine's blog.

    Dan -- Whatever. I don't believe you about the probation officer thing. So - where in Amarillo do YOU live?? Clements Unit? Neil Unit?

  • At Thursday, June 22, 2006 9:42:00 AM, Blogger MeHereNow

    OMG! When I read the bit about your real name I got goose bumps all over and tears in my eyes!
    I didn't think I believed in this stuff but I hope your brother IS watching over you.

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