My fascination with Psychics and the beyond started at an early age. I remember watching the Amazing Kriskin bend spoons and other metal items, and then there were others who could talk to the beyond. I have always felt I had "people" around me even when I was all alone. I thought it was just me being the weirdo I am. But alas, I actually do have "people" three to be exact, who surround me and give me comfort. I'm sure there are times they have all wanted to throw me against a wall or slap me upside the head, but they never leave me so even if I am walking alone at night, I'm not completely paralyzed with fear because I know I am not truly alone on my path. So what is this blog about you might wonder? Well, I went to my "Spiritual Life Coach" yesterday. This woman I have known for about 5- 6 years now, and I swear she never ages. She is still as beautiful as the day I met her. Freaking amazing.
I go to her not to get questions answered so much as validate my thoughts or beliefs. Now at times, she has given me further data that I didn't know or didn't really want to see, but all in all it's very cathartic. My sister likes to say "we go to psychics like others go to therapists". Basically, it's the same. When I was going through my divorce and my Ex requested we go see a therapist, I did just to appease his anal retentive, control freak arse. Even the therapist told him, "she doesn't need to be here, you do." hahahaha, and true to form the Ex walked out and promptly said "that guy is a quack." You don't say? All because he didn't agree with you, hmmm, now sign the papers asstard. Anyhoo, I am digressing from my all important point, me. lol
So I go see Denise, actual name not made up, and she tells me what she sees, what she thinks etc. It's always fascinating to me when she or any of the others I've been to, can actually tell me something that isn't random or an educated guess. Dodododododododo. I went to her last February 2011 and she told me my Dad would get sick and pass quite quickly, that it would be an infection they can't get rid of. Low and behold, that's exactly what happened. At the time she told me this, Dad was perfectly healthy and had no issues. When he started going down this path of not recuperating, I realized this was it. I made a conscious effort to go see him more and to really talk to him instead of just fluff talk like we normally did. My Dad wasn't really a big talker until he had a few cocktails and then you couldn't shut him up. Our conversations were basically "hey Dad how are you?" "Fine Alana, you?" Quick, easy, no thinking involved. I'm not the visceral daughter. My sister has traveled the globe and is all about World News, Politics, etc. Me? I'm more "Hey, did you see Pitbull on Dancing with the Stars last night?" kind of convo's. I CAN have the deeper conversations, but I watch who I have the discussions with. Some people fly right to insane and I don't like poking the bears with my two cents. My Ex used to drone on about Politics, Middle East, blah blah blah, "I don't care", "get away from me" was pretty much what was going on in my head as he would blather or try to have sex. And if you know my Ex, you know I'm not lying. He loved when my sister would visit because then they could have 'intelligent' conversations. Yeah whatever buddy, blow me.
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