This week’s class in my office at the Spiritualist Camp was on color. It’s not as simple as it sounds. First we took a look at the shades – red, green, blue; values – the range of the shade from sky blue to indigo; and the intensity. Next each shade of color was assigned meaning. For instance, red could be about passion or love depending on the value and intensity. We all know from physics 101 that everything is energy, which is in constant motion, constant change. In class, the final teaching on color was to feel the different vibrations of each color. We used blindfolds too.
Backstory: I went to Joann Fabrics last week to get various colored felt squares for the class project. I choose a dark green, light green, blue, a lighter blue, orange, yellow and red. As the woman was cutting a ½ a yard of each, another woman in line asked what I was making. I laughed inside for a couple of reasons – I’m not crafty, and let’s face it not many want to hear about Mediumship. I decided that I would tell the truth. It’s who I am. I said, ‘I’m a Medium in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp and I’m teaching a class about color.’ She said, ‘Oh.’ I replied: ‘Did you know that each color has its own vibration?’ I was pleased when she said, ‘They certainly do.’
Looking back through the years, it wasn’t something I didn’t readily do – share with someone about being a Medium. When my daughter was around 8 or 9, it became apparent that we weren’t going to be able to hide our little secret – ‘My daughter sees dead people’ – for very long. Our neighbor left this earth plane and we were invited to the funeral and graveside service. We dreaded going because our daughter would wander the cemetery talking to those who called. We came clean with the neighbor before we went to the service. He asked a lot of questions and we answered.
As a freelance writer for the Lake Edition of Orlando Sentinel, I thought it would be a good idea to write about a local Spiritualist minister. My editor relented after I pointed out that we needed to fair about covering all faiths. A few days after the column ran I met someone in the community who wanted to know if I believed in Palm Sunday. I thought it odd. Being point on, I asked, ‘Are you asking me if I believe in God?’ He was, so that was straightened out very quickly. And the list goes on of my ‘coming out’ as a Spiritualist Medium.
I found it refreshing when I heard the response, ‘They certainly do’ at the fabric store. I believe this world is awakening more and more to what we believe as Spiritualists and/or Metaphysicians.