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.
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.