Profound Moments

What to write about? Yes, it is Christmas. To me, Christmastime is about family, friends and helping others. Isn’t every day? Perhaps, because of who I am and what I do, it is the way.
Remember, I am a psychic medium and freelance writer – ultimately a powerful spiritual being, as we all are.
About a month ago a woman called me on a Sunday morning. It was early, probably around 8:30 a.m. She stayed at Hotel Cassadaga and wanted a reading.  After the reading, she saw my Angel Cards. She said she just called spontaneously and was happy she did. She picked a card and it read: ‘spontaneous.’ You cannot make this up!
Backstory: I first spied those Angel Cards, which are a ¼ of an inch wide and an inch long, in my friend’s office in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp 20 years ago.
I received a gift certificate for the bookstore recently, so I bought two Angel Cards boxes – one for myself and one for my daughter.
And so just last week, I had a reading with a gentleman. One of the main messages to him was patience. He saw my cards and picked one. You guessed it – it read ‘patience.’ He slipped it in his pocket, flipped another card and said he wanted to be sure they all didn’t read ‘patience.’ I said put the card back. He did.
A lot of times people come to see me because they miss their loved ones in the Spirit World, on the Higher Side of Life. One never knows who you’re going to meet in this walk of life.
Backstory: My (Angel Cards) friend, mentor and all-around beautiful person was dying. We created her celebration of life service and I stayed with her for numerous days in the week before she passed. On one day, she was resting in her bedroom, and I had fallen asleep on the couch in the living room. The doorbell rang. I groggily made it to the window and saw an old beat-up vehicle in the driveway. At the door, I looked through the peephole and saw an elderly couple – the woman had a colorful turban on her head. I opened the door. They wanted to speak to my friend. I said that she wasn’t well, and then heard her from the bedroom to come and get her. I excused myself, leaving them at the outdoor entrance. Moments passed. I opened the door, and the women pulled a torn-out magazine article I had written on my friend 10 years earlier. I know our jaws had to drop. The article was about her spiritual/metaphysical center. The woman and her husband were on a journey looking for a spiritual center, so we ended up sending them to Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp. After a few minutes, we said our goodbyes and they left. As my friend and I turned away from the door and made our way to living room, she said: ‘One never knows how Jesus will appear.’
Profound!