Adventures of a Mystic Medium

ADVENTURES OF A MYSTIC MEDIUM – AMAZING TRUE PSYCHIC STORIES TIPS & TRUISMS To my readers: My ego would like you to believe it wrote this book all by its self! I thanked it for sharing, and now give thanks where thanks are due. It was during an early psychic reading that my wonderful group of guides, “The Council of One”, first made themselves known. They then went on to write my first book, “The Sovereign Soul – A Story of Personal Power” through me and continue to assist in all my psychic readings and writing. I thank them in advance for all the adventures still awaiting manifestation and I thank you dear reader for picking up or downloading this book! Here is a sample of what’s inside. Enjoy! AMAZING ADVENTURE: IT’S A GUSHER! Parry Sound, Ont.1980’s. This is a true story. It was a typical fall day and I was out walking with my father along the tree lined road that ran from their bed and breakfast, down into a small valley where his new neighbours were drilling a well. Finding sufficient water for a reliable supply was a challenge in this northern Ontario location and it looked as if the excavating had been going on for some time with no result. We stopped to observe the machinery at work and to chat with the men who were doing the drilling. “Looks like a dry hole” one of them said. “We’re down a long way and nothing yet. I think the owner’s going to pack it in.” ‘That happens a lot in these parts,’ my father observed. “Let’s head back to the house for lunch. I’m hungry!” he said to me. ‘No, I want to wait,” I answered. “Wait for what?” he said. I had been sensing something strange. It was as if the ground was vibrating, moving, almost humming under my feet. Feeling unsteady, I wanted to reach out to hold on to something. The roar of rushing water was building in my ears. “Wow!’ I thought. “This is something big, something powerful!” I ‘saw’ water shooting high into the air flowing uncontrolled and unending! I can feel it,” I said. Dad looked at me strangely. “Feel what?” “The ground … it’s shaking…the pressure is building ….they’re going to hit a gusher! It’s going to really blow and I want to see it!” “Oh, I don’t think so,” he added, looking at me strangely. My father was too polite to say what he really thought – you’re crazy –the wells here are never that good – what you are suggesting has never happened in these parts! Nice guy that he was, my dad waited around with me a little longer, but when his hunger got the best of him and nothing else had developed, he suggested we head back to the house. Disappointed and doubting what I had “seen and felt”, I reluctantly agreed. A half hour later, as we sat in the kitchen eating, a truck came roaring up our driveway, gravel flying as it came to a screeching halt. A door slammed, footsteps bounded up our back stairs, a few rapid raps on our door and then a man calling out, “Can I use your phone?!” “Sure”, Dad replied as he opened the kitchen door. “What’s up -some kind of emergency?” “Ya kinda, well no. Hell, the water’s everywhere! Can’t get it capped! At least thirty feet in the air! We hit a real gusher!” Yes, artesian wells were very rare in ‘those parts’ as her father had said, but not impossible. As she smiled to herself she thought, “I know what I know!’ To see the future was not impossible either, but that is another set of stories! AMAZING ADVENTURE: I’M FORGETTING Richmond Hill, Ont. Spring 1976. This is a true story. I was a busy stay–at–home mother of a new baby and a toddler. Life was hectic – too full of doing to think much about being - a blessing for there was much unease in our home. My marriage was less than satisfying, our finances were stretched to the limit and the relentless desire for more drove me daily deeper into black unhappiness. My babies were my sunlight! I loved being a mom and I could forget myself in their smiles. As I held them in my arms and felt their warm bodies nestled against mine, I felt strangely at peace There is something almost ‘otherworldly’ about an innocent child’s sleeping face. There’s that word –‘otherworldly’. It seemed I had a fascination for all things psychic these days, reading every book about channeling and meditation I could find. This was not yet mainstream so there were few others with whom to discuss my interest. In fact, it was the best way to, ‘clear a room’ at a party! People would get that glazed over look and excuse themselves whenever I brought the subject up. It turned out it could even make me uncomfortable. Seated cross legged in the middle of my living room this fall day, both babies napping, I had decided to try TM. For those of you who are new to this spiritual stuff, it means Transcendental Meditation. Using a mantra repeated over and over again is designed to quiet the mind and eventually, with much practice, lead to ‘the silence,’ where inspiration can be received. Unprepared for the experience and wanting simply to relax and release tension from my day, I was stunned and scared by what happened next! With a whoosh of sound past my ears much like the hyper drive engines cutting in on a TV episode of Star Wars, I was transported into a milky white nothingness! No sound, nothing to see or feel, I was floating in a sea of timeless, silent space. “Get me out of here!’ my ego screamed through my mind. And I did. I opened my eyes, uncrossed my legs, stood up and put the meditation book right back on the shelf where it stayed for several more years! I was just not ready for enlightenment it seemed. No, it would take quite a few more brushes with the ‘otherworld’ before I was ready to give it credence. That leads me to this story.