Psychic Fair Fun!

The way we did psychic fairs in Texas, each reader had a “front” table, about 6 feet long, where we’d place brochures, flyers, or whatever, and then we did the readings at a smaller table behind the front table. People who were visiting the fair would walk around and look at the stuff on the front tables to decide which readers they wanted to see.

Usually there would also be flowers or some sort of decorative something-or-other on the front table, and at one fair I decided to put a dragon statue on my front table. This was a very relaxed-looking dragon, lying in a circle with its tail at its head, kind of like a big old dog lying in front of a fireplace, and I put a quartz crystal in the circle that the dragon made with its body. It didn’t mean anything at all, it was just décor.

During the course of the fair, this one particular fellow was strolling around looking at the readers, and he stopped at my table and looked at my dragon. He smiled and said, “He doesn’t look very fierce.” I replied, as deadpan as I could, “He may not look fierce, but if I were you I wouldn’t touch that crystal, ‘cause he WILL take your finger off.”

 I naturally assumed he would know I was kidding. But when I said that he got this dazed look on his face, his eyes kind of glazed over and, without saying a single word, he just turned and walked off! I don’t have any idea what was going on in his head, but he did NOT touch that crystal! J

Being psychic and serving on a jury

Being psychic and serving on a jury. 

In Texas, potential jurors fill out and mail in questionnaires ahead of time, with all their personal information. So when I got to the courtroom on the day I was called as a potential juror in a civil trial, the judge and all the lawyers knew ahead of time that I was a professional psychic. I tend to think of those legal types as being too stodgy to want me on a jury, so I figured I would be eliminated right off the bat. But to my surprise, nobody asked me any questions and I was picked to serve.

A few days later, after the trial was over, the judge came to me in the jury room and said with a smile, “So I guess you knew how that was going to turn out all along, huh?” I was totally shocked, of course, but I said, “No, I knew the plaintiff was an honest man and I knew the defendant was not, but I didn’t have a clue how the other jurors would see things.” Then the judge said to me, “After jury selection was over, I told those lawyers, ‘I can’t believe you’re going to let a professional psychic be on the jury and you didn’t ask him a single question!’ And the defense lawyer said, ‘I was afraid to ask him anything because I didn’t know what he might say.’ But the plaintiff’s lawyer said, ‘I was shooting questions at him in my head and I liked what he was answering.’ “ 

I didn’t even know what to say to that! The defense attorney was afraid to talk to me and the plaintiff’s attorney was communicating with me telepathically, or so he thought, and the judge thought the whole thing was funny! So much for stodgy legal types!

Animal Healing: the Grackle

A fun story of healing for a dreary day: The Grackle.

One day while I was driving, I saw a grackle, which is a black bird that's very common in the Austin area. He apparently had a broken wing, and he was running around the intersection of Highway 290 and IH35 with his wing sticking straight out in the air. It was obvious that he would not survive very long like that, so I stopped, got a towel out of the car, and began chasing him all around the intersection, much to the amusement of the drivers who were stopped for the light! That bird could really run! But after about 10 minutes, I finally caught him in the towel, took him home, and put him in a cardboard box. I made a call to Wildlife Rescue to let them know I had a bird that needed doctoring and to find out what to feed him while I had him. (While anybody who's been around Austin very long knows that grackles are real big on french fries and hamburgers, I figured maybe there was something that was better for him. Turns out the preferred diet for a grackle is dry cat food with a bowl of water to dunk it in!) In a couple of days, I got a call to take him to a very nice young lady named Mary, so I went to her house and left the bird, the box, and some good wishes.

I didn't do any healing on the bird while I had him, because of the way his wing was sticking out; he obviously needed some physical doctoring done first. But after a day or so, I called Mary to see what the his status was. She said that she had taped the wing into place, and there was really nothing more that could be done, except for just waiting and hoping that the wing would heal. (Seemed to me like an "iffy" proposition at best, but what do I know?) I explained to her that I was a healer, and that I would like to work with the bird, if it was okay with her. She had never heard of anything like that, but she had no objections, so I headed back to her house. When I got there, she took me into the room where she had the grackle in a cage. His wing was taped down to his side, and he was hopping all over the place. She explained that when grackles are caged, they constantly hop around, looking for a way out, and rarely settle down. I wouldn't say that he was frantic, just very determined! Before I knew what she was doing, she opened the cage and took the bird out. She held him in both hands, while he thrashed his head around constantly, opening and closing his mouth, like he was trying to bite something, anything! He was very intense! For no specific reason, I held my hand above the bird, palm down. When I did, he stopped moving, and froze in mid-bite, with his mouth open. As soon as I took my hand away, he resumed his thrashing. She put him back in the cage, and left the room so I could do my work.

As the bird hopped relentlessly around the cage, I sat down on the floor across from him and got settled. As soon as I began to make the energetic connection with him, he stopped moving and stared at me, with his eyes wide open. I worked with that formerly-hyperactive creature for about ten minutes, and for that entire time, he never moved a muscle, he never even blinked! He just stood there and stared at me. When I finished my work and broke the connection, he immediately began jumping around the cage again, and he was still doing that the last time I saw him. I told Mary it was all up to the bird now, and I left.

A month or two later, I was very surprised to get a call from Mary; she said she was just wondering if I would like to hear what happened to the grackle. Of course, I said yes, and so she told me the most amazing story. After she had kept his wing bandaged for what seemed like "long enough," the only way to find out whether he was okay was to turn him loose, and see if he could fly. (Again, the iffy-ness of this whole process just blows me away!) So she took him, in his box, down to the grounds of the state capital, because there are many other grackles there, along with lots of other kinds of birds. It's like a huge green lawn, shaded by giant trees. As she carried the box to a nice, open area in the shade and set it down, she noticed lots of birds approaching her, some flying, some walking, as if they were coming to see what she was doing. With her audience watching from a safe distance, the moment of truth was at hand. She opened the box, stood back, and waited to see what the grackle would do. I'll never forget her words, or the excitement in her voice, as she told me what happened when he came out of the box: "He flew away, just as pretty as you please! And all the other birds flew after him, like he was Jesus!!!"

Wow! Well, that was exciting enough, all on its own; we helped that bird get back his freedom and, really, his life. But there was more. It turns out that Mary has doctored quite a few wild birds with broken wings, and never had a single one heal well enough that she could release it! Her conclusion about our experience with the grackle was very gratifying for me: "That must be pretty good stuff you do." I'd have to say all of us... Mary, the grackle, and Spirit included... did some pretty good work that time.

Bernice the Tattle-Tale Bromeliad

I am always surprised by our interactions with plants and animals.

When Jill and I moved to NC, all of our plants had to stay in Austin except Bernice, our huge bromeliad, whom we brought with us in the form of just one of her cups in a little plastic bag. (Yes her name is Bernice; you have to name your plants. :) )

Bernice is now huge again, and she lives in a pot in our sunroom with a bunch of other plants. It’s been my wife’s practice for some time now to water them all on Sundays and mist them in between. Her practice for watering Bernice has been to put her in the sink and spray her so that all the cups are filled with water just as they would be if she were out in the rain.

Well, as some of you know, my father-in-law had an accident some time back and Jill stayed with her mother until her father could come home. That meant that watering the plants became my job; no problem because I’ve been a plant person for many years. My method for watering Bernice was different from my wife’s. Because Bernice is so big, when you put her in the sink, her cups are everywhere: in the dish drain, on the counter, hanging out over the floor. Plus, when you bring her back from the sink, you have to be careful of water dripping on the floor. So I just watered her in the sunroom and because I know that all her cups need water in them, I used a measuring cup with a spout and put water in each cup as well as the pot itself. Mission accomplished, no muss, no fuss, plant’s needs taken care of. At least, that’s the way I did it at first!

One weekend my wife actually got to spend the weekend at home (!!!) and on Sunday she watered the plants, including putting Bernice in the sink and spraying her. Later we were talking about something and she said, “Oh, by the way, do you put Bernice in the sink when you water her?” I said No, and I told her how I do it. She said, “Oh my god, she told me you were doing that!!!” I said something along the lines of, “Huh?” She said, “Yes, she said you weren’t putting her in the sink! She misses it; she says it’s like being out in the rain!”

Busted, I said, “(sigh) O…kay.” So, the following Sunday, I carried Bernice to the sink and gave her a good spraying. She smiled. Bernice the Tattle-tale Bromeliad.

Plant Songs

Every creature that exists has a song. Your song is like your energy signature, it’s your passion, it’s what makes you you. And it’s like a fingerprint: no two are alike. People, animals, plants, rocks, a mountain ridge, a creek… we all have a song.

Last night I was pondering songs and I wondered about the songs of some of the plants I had been working with in the yard. So I went looking for songs and this is what I found.

The Morning Glory on my fence has a song that’s from the heart; it’s serene, it’s love, and it flows like water, just as its vine flows along, up, down, and around. I’ve always loved Morning Glories, and that song just feels right.

The Rose of Sharon, on the other hand, is very staid and stout. It is PLANTED, by God, GROUNDED in the Earth! Steady as a rock! It was amazing how emphatic that plant was that it was grounded, solid, and fixed. Reminded me of an English colonel with a monocle and a handlebar mustache. Not what I would have expected from a plant with such beautiful flowers, but what do I know?

And my favorite song of the three, the flowering ornamental Cherry that I posted about yesterday, the riot of pink that makes everyone ooh and ahh. When I tuned in to its song I immediately saw dancing feet! That tree was dancing a jig, or a jitterbug, or whatever it is that Snoopy does in the Charlie Brown comic strip! I tell you, that is one happy tree! And it lives right outside our window! Yay!

Tuning in to the song of natural entities is another fascinating way of communicating with Nature. If that interests you, or if you have questions, I invite you to check out the articles on my website or email me.

Lesson from a cherry tree

The photo shows what we see from our sunroom every spring: These magnificent flowering cherries burst into bloom and fill our window with this beautiful sea of pink. After a few weeks the flowers begin to fall and the deck and the ground are covered in pink. It's wonderful!

If you look closely you can see that there are actually 2 cherry trees, one behind the other. And even though they both contribute to the beauty outside our window, we tend to "see" only the closest one and think in terms of "tree" instead of "trees." 

So yesterday I had a talk with the far cherry tree and told it that we appreciate it just as much as the closer one, and apologized for the fact that it sort of gets overlooked. It's response was, "Don't worry about whether or not I feel appreciated; that doesn't matter. I do what I do for myself."

What a wonderful state of mind! To produce so much beauty and do it only for self-satisfaction rather than to get approval from others! I think it's normal to want to be appreciated for the things we do, but I also think that we'd all be healthier and happier if we could have the same attitude as that tree.

With a little help from our friends

I had a new client the other day and, as I do with all new clients, I asked her how she found me. She said, “Your website.” I said, “Yes, but how did you find my website?” She said, “I just typed in ‘best psychic in Asheville’ and you popped right up.” I just smiled and looked at her. She said, “Really!” So I said okay and we did the reading.

After we finished and she left, I went to my computer and I typed in, “best psychic in Asheville” and I did NOT pop right up. smile emoticon But, on the other hand, she was very moved by the reading and it seemed to be just what she needed, so I guess “somebody” really wanted her to find me.