FROM THE ETHERS
Here I am again taking a look at lower level vibrations. Perhaps, reminding me of where I do not want to live. Last week it was anger. This week it’s fear. I kind of toyed on the edge of it because I really wasn’t in fear; however my thoughts went there momentarily.
I went to my P.O. Box the other day and retrieved my mail, just like any other time. A manila envelope caught my eye. It had a folded piece of notebook paper stapled to the front of it with the return name and address and my name, Lori Carter, with the Bookstore address on it. Remember, this is Mayberry (Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp) everyone knows everyone including the mail clerk. It looked like a little kid had written it. Underneath the paper, it read: ‘the kids.’ And the back was sealed with a Disney sticker. Okay, so I’m a writer and came up with many scenarios. I really think I’ve been watching way too many NCIS episodes on Netflix. LOL I open it. There’s one piece of paper that is addressed to me. It reads: ‘My name is . . . ‘and I’m writing to you to ask for help. I have had the same nightmare and I’m scared. If you can please call me. I can tell you what happens in the nightmare. Sincerely. . .’ I hesitated to call. I looked up the address online and couldn’t find it. The next day I showed a friend and she found the address and more information, so I decided it was legit. I called later that day. The voice sounded like a young girl and I asked if she had sent a letter to me. She said no and hung up. I thought I called the wrong number at first. I called again. This time it went to voicemail. I left a message. Just the oddest thing. I still have the letter and envelope.
And then on Friday, I had a conversation with an elderly woman about religion while we waited for our vehicles to be vacuumed and wiped down. She said this place was farther away from home, but liked the service. She lived in Orange City and asked where I lived. I said Lake Helen first, but then thought better of it. ‘I live in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp. I’m a medium there.’ She replied: ‘I’m a Christian.’ I said, ‘I don’t talk religion.’ She then started talking about her God and how he forgives those who sin. I said, ‘My God is the same as yours.’ Drum roll. She asked if Jesus was my Savior. I said, ‘No.’ ‘Who is he to you?’ My reply: ‘He was the greatest prophet and healer of his time.’ And then I explained to her during Constantine times there was The First Council of Nicaea where the heads of church got together and put together the Bible, and that I believed it was done to control the masses. She thought about it. Finally she said being a Spiritualist is ‘better than being Muslim,’ and walked out the door. I could not believe my ears. Yes, this really happened to me. I just don’t understand why people cannot coexist peacefully. Blessings!
Lori Carter is a freelance writer and Spiritualist Medium -- truly a Spiritual Being, and aren't we all.