The Summoned!

And when I say summoned, I don’t mean calling in Spirit. I mean summoned to jury duty. It’s how I spent about six hours of my Monday. I sat in a roomful of people waiting to see if it would be me.

As a psychic medium, I have to say the energy was intense. I meditated for most of the time. I did see one man reading a newspaper. A deputy took it and said he would give it back later. Interesting remarks ensued and I wished I was back in Mayberry – Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp. One person did say something about getting news on the phone. I did think of that. The judge came in to explain the process and that 32 would be chosen to go to the courtroom. She had a welcomed pleasant energy about her.

On some level I hoped to be chosen. Being a reporter for more than 20 years, I thought it would be interesting. Being ‘independently secure,’ I wasn’t sure I could take four or five days off. I was taking notes about my experience thus far and wrote the number 32 down. Sure enough, I was the last number called. I had to go.

Backstory: I made it to the courtroom once before. I had been a freelance writer for the Lake Edition of the Orlando Sentinel for at least eight years at the time. They didn’t seem to mind that I wrote for the newspaper, but when they asked if I new any of the other potential jurors, it turned out I had written stories on at least three of the people. I was out.

On the way down to the courtroom, one of the volunteers mentioned his wife always wanted to go to Cassadaga for a reading. I ended up giving him a business card. I said to him that our meeting was meant to happen. He agreed. Incidentally, I saw that happening (a clairvoyant vision) before I even arrived on Monday. I also had an idea that I might just be on that jury. And then my creative mind took over. I went to an episode of Charmed when Phoebe summoned the dead while deliberating with the jury. LOL

In the courtroom, I gave my profession as a freelance writer for many years and a psychic medium for five years in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp. I have no problem saying who I am. I felt people were interested.

After a break and lunch break, I still found myself in the pool. It’s when I realized I might be chosen. It suddenly occurred to me that I forgot to mention that I was healer, so I said it. And then I realized I could feel the lower back pain of the plaintiff and felt sympathy for him. I felt sympathy for the defendant as well. I stated both of those facts. I thought it best to keep quiet about the lower back pain.
 
Most of the people in that courtroom could not grasp what I had to say. When I stated I was a healer, the defendant’s attorney thought I had medical training. I politely corrected him.

I felt that people thought it was interesting that a psychic medium showed up for jury duty. I did get out of it twice – once for a doctor appointment and another time for Costa Rica. I thought there was no point in trying to get out of it again.

Here’s to the last time being summoned for jury duty at least in Volusia County. And to free will!

Peace