“My love was there; I only stare”: A psychic medium on death, dying, and deceased loved ones.
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The story of Mike’s mum and how she overcomes the odds to send a message of love to her grieving son.
The first time she met me for a reading, Myra wore a baggy, dark blue maxi dress that swamped her completely. Almost as if she wanted to hide away forever and never be noticed by anyone. As the reading progressed it became clear that Myra, a secretary, was as shy and introverted as her dress suggested. Myra had few friends…
It was obvious from the get-go that I was being tested by this new client. Erwin sat across the table with his arms folded, sneering at everything I said. At one point, he called an accurate insight a “lucky guess”. After five minutes of scoffing at my “lucky guesses”, Erwin then spent the next ten minutes telling me stories about…
It was 1985. A hot day, a small flat at River Valley Lane. ‘Girls Just Wanna Have Fun’ played on the radio while the woman touched up her mascara in the mirror. She glanced over at the little girl, wearing a tiara and a baggy pair of Little Twin Stars underpants, spinning around and singing to Cyndi Lauper in the…
I looked up and smiled brightly. – Hi, you must be Linda! Have a seat. “You’re young. And very casually dressed for a psychic reader.” Taking her seat across the table, the middle-aged lady in the navy blue power suit crossed her arms, flashing an elegant Rolex on her wrist and a tight smile on her meticulously made-up face. Wow, that didn’t…
She calls him Happy Feet. Because that’s all she sees of him – a pair of child’s bare feet, glowing hazy blue and more visible at night, pattering here and there behind her as she works on her computer. He skips around her room, silent but never still, telephatically inserting pieces of his childhood memories into her mind.
