If the Streets Had Ears

Perhaps they do in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp and the surrounding area. Imagine residing, working with a group of psychic mediums daily for seven, eight years.

Just the other day a certified medium, healer, teacher and ordained minister stopped by for a quick chat. He said something about he wondered where all the mediums have been lately, probably in their homes. I said it’s chilly. Someone has got to keep this rational. I knew there was more.

‘How do you know all these people are alive? Maybe they’re Spirit and we just don’t know it. Are they people, or Spirit?’ We rolled with laughter and gave a fist pump. I said this is my next blog. We laughed more.

I swear by this – about two months ago I had a similar conversation with another resident of Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp. Heck, the two probably contrived the whole scenario. LOL

Backstory: A gentleman I’ve known since my student program days said to me: ‘When I see you, wave, so that I know you’re alive. I’ll wave too, so you know I’m alive.’ I agreed to wave.

What a hoot! You cannot make this up. Well, I’m sure I could. I am a writer with a creative streak, or some may call it me being a channel to whomever wants to speak from the universe at any given time. Maybe now.

What is real? What is not?

I had an episode recently with one of my eyes. I saw a flock of birds in it. Thankfully, my retina is attached. I explained to my eye doctor, who is also a medical doctor, that I see what looks to be my pupil. I said my bestie from childhood, and I decided that perhaps I was seeing the lens that you surgically implanted. He smiled and then chuckled. He said it was a floater and guess what its shape is circular. LOL

Listen, don’t judge me. I’ve seen some shit you can’t even imagine.

Seriously though, who needs a street with ears when a psychic medium and reporter is on the scene.

Bizarre!