I have tackled issues I have had for years. Just when I have thought I was done with something, the little bastard comes back to remind me I STILL have work to do. My mother reminds we are never really done. Comforting, right?
In any event, besides the therapy, besides the music, besides the books, besides the exercise and besides the eating better, I have added psychic abilities back into my life. I know. It's right there with the NY School of Interior Design.
A little secret hidden away.
I have straddled the doorway of cynicism and "woo-woo" for more than twenty years. I am finally embracing it. We ALL have psychic abilities of some sort - gut feelings, intuition, dreams; IF we choose to embrace it rather than poo-poo it away it's astounding what can happen!
I began by having a Tarot Card reading for the first time in more than 12 years in October. You could have knocked me over with a feather, it was so dead on. Then, I had another one in November. My mom (one of the top 100 psychics in NY back in the day...) read me for the first time in more than 17 years in January, and despite knowing most of my secrets, she was able to read me with an uncanny ability. (Sometimes it's hard to read those we love best.) Last week, I had a reading that knocked me on my ass. It was THAT outrageously amazing.
I read my own cards, this is something not a lot of people can do. I can. Go me! I read a select few other people's. I can tune into certain people very easily and know when they are happy or angry or upset or confused. I find myself in people's offices and at one point last week I was in my mother's kitchen - and I've never been there.
In the past few months I have given away four decks of cards I had from years ago - they weren't resonating with me at all anymore. Last week I bought two new decks. I am getting to know them. It's like learning a whole new language again.
So, yesterday I went to the gym. Then I headed to a place called Fleishmann Pier to be one with my beloved Hudson. When I got out of my car, I immediately saw an eagle (they are all over the Hudson River at this time of year). Eagles are spirit guides and I see them very frequently. As a matter of fact, I have had them follow my car. They must feel the need to hit me over the head with the message that I have powerful angels looking out for me. (Feel free to roll your eyes, my kids totally do - as I did when my mom got involved with all of this stuff.)
It was absolutely bitterly cold out. I plugged in my headphones and boom, "Maybe I'm Amazed" blared out. A hugely important song to me. It only made sense it played while I was at the river. I took some pictures - the beauty is breathtaking. The ice is fierce. I was so happy to be there.
"Dressed myself in green, I went down unto the sea.
Try to see whats goin' down, try to read between the lines."
Happy Sunday dear Readers! Do feel free to share YOUR psychic experiences with me. I love hearing about them. xo