Healing, and grieving

It was quite the day today! I did a reading over the phone for a young lady who heard from a couple of different people. Then towards the end a young man came through who was a good friend of hers that died several months ago. 

Even though she got lots of evidence to the assure her it was him the best evidence came out towards the end. I heard the word, "parrot," but as sometimes happens, I thought, "I must not have heard that correctly."

"Did he have a bird, like a parakeet?" 

"Not that I know of," Dawn said. "He might have when he lived with his mother, but I really don't know."

"Okay, well, let me go with this then," I continued. "Did he have a parrot?"

"No, and I think I would have known about that."

Suddenly, I saw a "pirate" in front of me. Yes, a pirate. "Was he into pirate? Like dressing up as one?" 

"No." By this time Dawn had no clue as to where I was going with this. I could tell by the tone her voice she was really beginning to doubt that this was the friend she was thinking of. 

"Let me tell you where I'm going with this," I told her. "I'm seeing a parrot sitting on his shoulder, and he's dressed like a pirate, with the hat, and an eye patch…." 

At them moment Dawn literally screamed, "An eye patch? Oh my god!" 

Dawn went on to tell me that her friend abused drugs and that he owed someone $20. When he couldn't pay it, this creep poked her friend's eyes out. 

Now Dawn was convinced that I was, in fact, communicating with her friend. The tone in her voice changed from skepticism to being light, happy, and hopeful. 

Personally, I happy to give her that bit of evidence that helped her to know it was him. After the discernment I thanked him for using the pirate image to do so. Another way he could have done it was to make me feel as though my eye was being poked out, and making me feel as though I were blind in my left eye. 

A couple of hours after that I went to a "Easter" dinner being thrown by a family who's adopted me as one of their own. There were a lot of people I didn't meet there, and even though I was promised I wouldn't have to "work," well…, sometimes things just happen.  

A lot of times, just sitting next to someone I can pick up their energy, especially if it's really strong. One of the women there, Terry (not her real name) was really going through something huge, and when she asked me to do a reading for her, I told her I'd be happy to, if she made an appointment. 

I could tell she was disappointed when others started talking about there reading with me, so I went ahead and did a clairvoyant reading for her. By the time I was done, whatever skeptics were there watching found themselves wondering, "How'd he do that?" 

Most of the time I do psychometry readings. In other words, I "read" the vibes off of a personal object belonging to the person I'm doing the reading for. In this case, it was her car keys. I didn't do a full blown reading, but when I mentioned the name of the man who tried to murder her husband, well..., like I said, even the skeptics were impressed. 

Terry and several others there decided that booking an appointment for a full reading was a good idea after all. 

Finally, my "spidey sense" kept telling me that I needed to talk to a friend of mine. I felt as though she was hiding something from me. She should have known better than that. 

One of the "curses" of what I do is that I sometimes know things I really don't want to know. To me, what she was hiding wasn't a big deal. It was something we could have worked out if she had talked to me. During the conversation a lot more came out that I wasn't expecting. Yeah, I know, some psychic I am! 

The grief of losing a friend is almost as great as if that friend had died. At least to me. 

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