A MEDIUM

I’ll try almost anything once. Not food though. I have texture issues and there are some foods that disgust me if I even look at them. If I smell them on your breathe I probably won’t talk to you very long and THANK YOU George for insuring I never go anywhere with you again since you decided that you would eat hotdogs or roast beef or something very meaty and then talk to me without respect for my personal space or the fact that we were in a theatre with live actors on stage…the talking actually didn’t bother me, you were aware enough to whisper, it was your breathe. 

Somehow I feel guilty for saying so, so I added the talking but really it was just your meaty breathe. It turned my stomach, caused me to shut down, shut you out, lose any desire to talk to you and I didn’t know you well enough to tell you…also I didn’t like how you insisted “D” was Mexican though we told you he was Polish so that bled into my issue with your breathe. And I didn’t really care for the criminal joke the bad taste of it also bled into the breathe issue…I think I decided you were the WORST before we even met up that night…sorry...had to get that off of my chest…moving on…

Skydiving. Mountain climbing. Attempting to enter a fitness competition. Hiking in an area not visited often, tackling a bear, wrestling an alligator…I’ll try/have tried all of those and similar things once and come to find out I’ll even entertain A MEDIUM.

I read all about the rappings and the séances and the communion with spirits, the history of the movement/religion and yes I decided to go anyway. I had never been to a Spiritualist Church. After all it’s not as if the members of this church don’t believe in God or Christianity or Islam or Judaism or other religions I am more familiar with…so what did I have to be afraid of?

I am solid in my beliefs so I wasn’t nervous or scared I was more tentative than anything and I decided if “ish” got too weird or someone pulled out a ouigi board I would leave, swiftly.

The service began the way most do, with a prayer. That was followed by singing of hymns(we sang THIS LITTLE LIGHT OF MINE- I love that song). After the hymns we were led in meditation and following that there was personal testimony from two reverends in training…after all of that the service became one I was not familiar with…things went differently…

We sang another hymn that I had to stop singing aloud because I was not familiar with it and when I realized what the words were I got a little uncomfortable…it was something about opening the space to the spirits…you know…not spirit as in Holy Spirit but spirits as in people who have passed on but are still with us…

So it began. The Reverend spoke with people in the church specifically telling them that they had spirit guides who wanted to communicate with them. He then asked if it was okay to deliver the messages. Sitting there I wondered if this was planned, if he knew these people and the wool was being pulled over my eyes…I mean the specificity with which he communicated was astounding.

Garages, dogs, people rubbing noses and stomachs, all kinds of healing was being tended to by these spirits who were communicating. There was talk of children and fields and houses and messages of “you are okay” “you will be okay” “don’t worry” “change is coming.”

And then- the reverend in training. The one with four earrings, the purple “I’m so new age” shirt and nifty glasses, the same man I made eye contact with at the beginning of the service, the man I had a clear feeling was about to speak to me long before he did-DID.

He spoke to me. He said, “the woman in the 6^th row back.” I knew he was talking to me but I turned around anyway to see if there was another woman behind me. He then said, “the African American woman.” I knew it was me for sure since there were only three African American women in the room and I was clearly the only one on that side. I took a deep breathe and when he asked, “May I come to you?” I shakily yet powerfully answered , “yes.” That shaky power thing is a great skill I have.

“There is a large man behind you…could be a grandfather figure...” I thought that was strange since I never met either of my grandfathers. From what I’ve been told my maternal grandfather was pretty tall. Could his spirit have been behind me? “He wants you to know that your domicile situation will change in the new year.” Really? Is this man reading my mind or do people in New York generally want their domicile situations to change so while he was being general it seemed specific? “He also wants you to know that things are going to happen for you very swiftly in 2011 in regards to your career. Things will happen back to back and it will be very fast…I’m getting the name James…”

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I have to pause here. It’s too much to share at once…I will pick up again…I will tell you more about my visit to the Spiritualist Church of New York City, the Medium, my search for James and the day after…when I do pick up I will pick up with this fact- SOMETHING IS IN THE AIR!