A Medium, or just well done? Some chat. About ladders and inventions, oh and other stuff.

In last week’s post I talked about babies and healing. A couple of days later I received this message from the mother of the baby who went on goat’s milk. Hi Laurie! You probably don’t remember me, I’m K. I had a little boy that you helped me with. I never got a chance to thank you, it helped at the time & still to this day. Anyway I just wanted to say a BIG THANK YOU! You changed his life! That folks, is why I like doing healings, making a difference in someone’s life for the better. I’ll get to the subject of this post soon, I just want to natter on for a moment. It’s been a busy week, dental/medical appointments, car servicing, taking photos and then visiting the old, derelict house. To say I was surprised to see, what I believe are the spirits of the old couple who once lived there, is an understatement. The following day Lorelle and I gave two healings. Both clients were appreciative and gained some benefit from the experience. We had two more today, one was a young, pregnant woman. Babies seem to be everywhere lately. I must say that the experience for all concerned was wonderful. For some reason I get terribly gooey around babies. Dang it, they make me cry sometimes. I don’t know why but I tear up when I hold them. Today was no exception. I have mentioned in other posts about my lack of belief in a god. I do however believe in an afterlife, a way station as it were for souls on their journey. I can only imagine that someone needs to run things. Standing at the side of my healing table I laid my hands on this woman and an angelic being appeared opposite me, filling its side of the room. I could see individual feathers. It stayed long enough to gather my attention, show me a set of majestic wings and give me a severe case of goose bumps. Then it vanished. I’ve seen one before but that might be another story. I’m used to seeing all manner of things from budgies who have passed on to horrendous deaths. This shook me, not because I don’t believe in mainstream religion but because of its attachment to the unborn child. There was a determination and I knew it stood guard over this baby. Perhaps because of the prevalence of artwork depicting winged beings guarding the young, this being could have been a construct of the mother’s mind. Or, they have been brought into existence by the thoughts and desires of mankind. Huge birds in early times were thought to be messengers between the gods and mankind. Maybe just as simple an explanation is, they exist. In regards to the healing, baby kicked up a storm, mum relaxed and lost the pain from her lower back.eagle

About ladders and inventions. Alan came from the Darling Downs to see me one Saturday morning. A tall, young man in his late 20’s he gave off a sense of hard work and determination. After he’d been sitting at my table for 15 minutes he gave something else off, fear and desperation. The usual state of affairs occurred, basically Laurie jumping through hoops and keeping 6 plates spinning at once. After I’d told him his marital status, how many kids he had and where he worked he seemed content. I know people need to be reassured but it eats into valuable time. Yes, the psychic should know certain things but by then I’d been doing this work for three years and came highly recommended. Rant over. Alan worked for a company that bought, stored and shipped wheat. His job entailed working right inside a silo. I checked his lungs and said, ‘Have you had a check up in regards to your lungs?’ – ‘I have, that’s why I’m here. They’re being affected by the wheat dust. What I want to know about is a project I’m working on. Can you tell me about it?’ – ‘We’ll get to that, what you need to do is calm down about your health. I feel that once you stop working there, you’ll feel much better.’ He looked at me as if I’d grown another head. ‘Leave there? That’s my job, I can’t leave.’ – ‘So why are you so wrapped up in this project then?’ – ‘Well, it’ll give me more money and I’ll have security.’ – ‘True but you know your chest won’t handle that dust,’ I thought for a moment and went on, ‘aren’t you supposed to wear masks?’ – ‘We are but I can’t stand them and take it off.’
This was like pushing boulders uphill, hard work. ‘Okay, let’s have a look at this project.’ Closing my eyes I sat back and cleared my mind. The information trickled in, at first it came from Alan and then from someone else. I couldn’t see them but I saw what they were doing/thinking, It was the same as Alan, working on a system of Aluminium ladders that could be turned into various lengths, configurations and into trestles. ‘You’re working on making a set of ladders that can be turned into different things.’ Silence. I opened my eyes, Alan looked from me to the closed door and whispered, ‘Not so loud.’ – ‘I get the feeling you’ve been working on this project for a while now?’ – ‘Yeah but there’s nothing like it out there.’ He went on about how he’d thought about it the previous year and began making prototypes. They all worked perfectly and were rated for quite heavy weights. He had the paperwork ready to approach a patent attorney, who would then guide him in his application to the patent office. ‘So, tell me Allen why haven’t you done this already?’ – ‘Well it costs money, I have it but I’m…..’ – ‘You’re scared it’s not going to be accepted, or that they might even laugh at you?’ He looked a little crestfallen and said, ‘Well, yeah, you’re right.’ – ‘How about I do a layout with the cards and we’ll see what comes up. Oh, hang on, I also saw that somebody else is working on the very same thing. Right now.’ – ‘You’re joking, it’s my project, how would they know what I was doing?’ I told Alan that over the years many major discoveries were invented or researched at exactly the same time and even patented. It didn’t seem to do him any good at all.
I gave him the cards to shuffle, he handed them back and I laid out 3 cards. I can’t remember what they were but it went like this, ‘If you want to succeed here Alan, you have to lodge your application as soon as possible. No messing around or worrying, just do it. Time is extremely short now and this other person is close behind you. Basically Mate, pee or get off the pot because if you don’t lodge your patent you’ve wasted a lot of time and money.’ I let him soak it all in and said, ‘Just how fair dinkum are you? Do you want this or not? Look here,’ I pointed at a card, ‘see this, it means you’re on the start of a successful journey with this project.’ I delved deeper and saw a ridiculous amount of money out there for him even if he sold the rights to his invention. Fear is a killer. It stifles us and makes us impotent, unable to move forward and seize what is ours. I could see it in Allan’s eyes. I knew he wouldn’t move with his ladders. I still had to give it a go and try to show him the future he would have. A future without having to work in the silos. Time up, he left his money on the table, we shook hands and I went out to his car with him. A 10-year-old Holden sedan, it looked a little worse for wear, I said, ‘Think about it Mate, if you move forward next Monday and get that paperwork in you’ll be upgrading the car before you know it. You’ll be upgrading your whole family life.’ He climbed in behind the wheel, gave me a laconic grin and said slowly, ‘I don’t know Laurie, it’s a big risk you know.’
I watched him drive off and thought, no matter how clever or talented you were, if you let fear get in the way then you might as well walk away. It wasn’t as if he would be a flop, he had time to put in his patent and his Dad would have helped with the money. Sad to say Alan didn’t go ahead with his ladders. The following year the adverts came on TV for a wonderful set of ladders that could fold every which way. They almost walked up the walls. The man promoting them was also the inventor and it wasn’t Alan.

Other stuff, Maria. There were times when a man had to be made of iron to put up with some clients. The fire forged iron of restraint and the ability to stop ones tongue from lolling out like a breathless Labrador. Maria rang on the Saturday night and said, ‘Do you do readings on Sundays?’ – ‘Of course, if I have time.’ – ‘Can you read for me tomorrow, it’s important?’ I checked my diary, ‘Sure but it has to be at 9 am. I’m having the rest of the day off.’ – ‘Okay but aren’t you afraid you’ll be cursed if you read on Sundays?’ I thought the only curse around me was that of clients who wanted to play games. ‘No, it’s fine. I’ll see you tomorrow.’
She turned up on time in a little pink car and parked in the driveway. Naturally I went out to say hello. I am only mortal, a mere male and the vision of loveliness that slowly climbed out made my legs a little wobbly. Think of a young Selma Hayek dressed in a low-cut top, and wearing a mini skirt about the width of a belt and you have some idea. I shook her hand, it felt soft and warm. Her brown eyes reminded me of deep pools of molten chocolate. Enticing, beckoning me to fall into them and swim away. I stammered a greeting and being a gentleman I let her walk ahead of me. I directed her to the room at the end of the hallway. My son looked out of his bedroom and raised his eyebrows at me. Once in the room I held out a chair for Maria and closed the door. Taking a deep breath I sat down and put on my professional face. All I can remember of the reading was her deceased uncle coming through and talking about her returning to Spain. Maria played the vamp for the whole reading and her plunging neckline prevailed. She’d sit forward breathing slowly her lips half-open, tongue touching her top lip. At the end of the reading she thanked me, laid her money down and left. I couldn’t figure out at first why she acted like she did, until the following day when several of her friends made bookings for the coming week. Maria must have ‘tested the waters’ so to speak to see if I could be trusted.

Latecomer.  I may be a little old-fashioned but if I make an appointment to be somewhere, well I turn up on time. Most clients turned up early and hung around on the footpath or sat nervously in their cars smoking furiously. Not so Heckle and Jeckle. Heckle made an appointment the week before for a 9 am reading, then one for her friend Jeckle at 10 am, they would be turning up together. By 9.15 am I figured that they were delayed by traffic. By 9.30 and in the absence of a phone call I changed clothes to go out. The ex and I were heading out to our car at 9.55 am when they turned up. I said, ‘I’m sorry but seeing you didn’t turn up or even call I figured you weren’t coming. So we’re going into town.’ Heckle bristled a little, ‘Hang on, we made an appointment.’ – ‘Yes but you didn’t keep it.’ – ‘You’re the psychic you should have known we’d be late.’ – ‘Maybe I should have tuned in and deciphered your whereabouts but I have a life. So why didn’t you ring, would you have done the same with your doctor or dentist?’ – ‘Why should we, you’re only a psychic? We came late to see if you were any good. Now do we get our reading?’ The hairs on the back of my neck bristled, ‘Listen lady, my time is just as valuable as anyone else’s. I’m not doing your reading today or any other time.’ Jeckle stepped back and looked at her watch, ‘Hang on, it’s 10 am now. It’s time for my appointment.’ – ‘I’m not doing your reading either, we’re going. I’ll have to ask you to leave, right now.’ They left muttering to each other and casting nasty glances, yeah lady that frightens me. I didn’t need the money that much that I’d let people treat me like shit.

Next week: I don’t know yet, so it’ll be a surprise.

34 thoughts on “A Medium, or just well done? Some chat. About ladders and inventions, oh and other stuff.

  1. Wordifull Melanie

    Well this weeks post didn’t disappoint… love your restraint shown with the rude ones…and well i guess restraint is a good word for Maria as well😉

    The reading with the pregnant woman is so intriguing. I’m not at all religious but you have now mentioned this winged being and also the figure at the foot of the bed from your other post. Very interesting.

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    1. laurie27wsmith Post author

      Ah Melanie, restraint is the name of the game, I kept saying, ‘Laurie, you’re only human.’
      The more I work with spirit, the more I see now and it hasn’t failed to intrigue me.

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  2. Patricia Salamone

    Another interesting post Fratello. Still busy with our move, but things are settling down and hopefully will be back on track in a couple of weeks. Some glitches along the way :o). Love the baby reading.
    Cheers
    Sorella

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  3. olganm

    Great post as usual. Sorry about Alan, but I guess no matter how much advice you give some people they are frightened as much of success as they are of failure…Interesting about the babies…Our believes probably give shape to the presences…

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    1. laurie27wsmith Post author

      Thanks Olga. Yes I’m sure Alan is still kicking himself. Success brings its own unique challenges. Could be, although I know it wasn’t what I expected to see.

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  4. Jane Dougherty

    I’ve often wondered about babies and what they could tell you. There’s so much popular mythology about them coming out of God’s pocket, being able to remember what it was like in heaven and all that stuff. Have you ever got anything coherent out of them, or only from the ones who seem to be caught up in somebody else’s story?

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    1. laurie27wsmith Post author

      The ones I’ve ‘chatted’ to have all revealed their previous life that is relevant to why they’re here now. Nothing more or less and when they’re a few months older it’s usually about their reaction to their parents and food. On the same topic but wondering, I thought I may have received more inquiries about the angelic being. I mentioned it after giving the whole thing a lot of thought. Not being religious I don’t have a barrow to push or even an agenda. I do have a wonder at the things seen during these healings and readings. Thoughts?

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      1. Jane Dougherty

        Like you, I’m not religious at all, but as far as mythologies go, there’s usually a fire, if only a measly one, wherever there’s a bit of smoke. I’m sure that there is something in the human phyche that yearns for wings and flight. Not that that has stopped us massacring birdlife. A lot of the ancient deities had wings, and one of the oldest Earth Mothers is a dove. Even Christians have the Holy Ghost that I imagine they pinched from the older story. Winged beings are usually sacred—must be for a reason.

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      2. laurie27wsmith Post author

        Yes, mythology is full of winged beings and I think we do carry ancient memories with us. This was strange because I’d never performed a healing on a pregnant woman before. I will have to accept what I saw as something special and leave it at that, because there’s no way of proving it. Thanks for your thoughts Jane.

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  5. bldodson

    Interesting. Re: Other stuff Maria
    I came up with a new poem a couple weeks ago. Must share it just for fun.

    Side Show
    Bruce Louis Dodson

    Femme Fatal

    She walks
    She talks
    Crawls on her belly like a reptile
    The amazing alligator girl.
    Those teeth can rip your heart out with a smile
    Her tail can kill a man with just one swish
    Looking too long into those eyes
    Can drown your soul.

    Don’t touch the glass son.

    The thing on being on time also touched a nerve. I would not have been so nice as, “my time is worth as much as yours, but basically you’ve said it all.” Being late is such a willful inconsideration. Except in Brazil, where no one is expected to be on time. Perhaps they are better off.
    I’ve walked out of doctor’s offices twice, when I felt healthy enough to leave. Told the receptionist, “I was here on time. Half an hour has passed. I’m leaving. Don’t bill me for this.”
    I felt kind of good about it, thinking someone would be moved up on the client’s-waiting list.

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    1. laurie27wsmith Post author

      Marie was very interesting Bruce and your poem Femme fatal says it all, I love it. I’ve tried to avoid ‘touching the glass’ on many occasions and I think that’s what Maria’s visit was about. Aren’t most Latin countries running on we’ll do it later time? It must be the weather. I hate going to doctors at the best of time, then when you get there early and wait an hour past your time….. humph. But if you’re 5 minutes late they don’t want to know you. Oh yeah, a feeling of satisfaction that someone gets in because you’ve left. I’d be the one to go up a notch, then there’d be an emergency or something dire.

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  6. ksbeth

    like you, i have a strong connection to, and weakness for babies, and happy gigi’s chicklets love them too. as for the mix of people, it sounds like quite the interesting bunch, and you have been spot on, whether they wanted to hear what you had to say or not. no loss on the heckle and heckle reading –

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    1. laurie27wsmith Post author

      I don’t know what’s cuter beth, babies or gigi’s chicklets. they really touch me. An interesting bunch indeed, I’ve had them all the good, the bad and the ugly of personality. It always amazed me that people would spend time and money then disregard what’s said. You’re right, I missed nothing with H&J.🙂

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  7. suzjones

    Very sad about the man with the ladder but then as someone else said, maybe the person who pushed through with the patent was more in need. Who knows?
    I must say I definitely laughed out loud when I read your topic for next week though.😀

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  8. Raani York

    More interesting insights into some peoples life. Even though I have to say, I’m still not sure what Maria was up to (even though you seem to know. LOL)
    Good for you how you went with Heckle and Jeckle… some people just don’t have any manners. If I’m treated this disrespectful I do the same thing!
    Well done, Laurie!

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    1. laurie27wsmith Post author

      I’ve had some interesting encounters in that time Raani. You wouldn’t believe how many women were openly flirtatious. Yes, rude people aren’t nice and not worthy of anyone’s time. Thanks for dropping Raani, I have to say I loved your cat medication post.🙂
      Cheers
      Laurie.

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  9. davidprosser

    By Heck Laurie. you almost waxed lyrical about Maria, deep pools of molten chocolate indeed. You almost had my tongue hanging out.
    I don’t blame you for giving Heckle and Jeckle a miss. People like that who have no respect for others, deserve none.
    What a shame for young Alan, but maybe the other inventor was the needier of the two.
    Take care of yourself mate
    Hugs

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    1. laurie27wsmith Post author

      David, what can I say? She was gorgeous, a balm for the soul and err…. well you know. Yes H&J were quite put out when I knocked them back. If they’d have said it was a breakdown or they were sorry it would have been much different. You’re probably right about the other inventor, he had the fortitude to move forward. Good to hear from you David.
      Hugs
      Laurie.

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  10. hitandrun1964

    People are so thoughtless sometimes. I wouldn’t read for those icky people, no matter what. Too bad about the guy with the ladder. People don’t always follow good advice, even when he seek it out. Another wonderful post Laurie:) You like babies…the chicklets love that…they all started chirping when I told them. Hugs❤

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    1. laurie27wsmith Post author

      Yes they are Gigi, a simple phone call would have sufficed. It was a shame about Alan, he did a good job of talking himself out of it. Say hi to the chicklets. Hugs, Laurie.🙂

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