There are a lot of things I dont understand: how they actually work; the theory behind them; how theyre made, etc. But I dont question their existence or that they work at all. Most people have no idea how a PET scan works; they just know that it does. With any form of spiritual awakening, religious miracle; things that go bump in the night; were not only skeptical, were ready to disown the idea as though it where a lie or the one telling about their experiences with a something or other is a lunatic. I find that strange. I have my own idea that I believe to be true about what God looks like; what happens after the body dies; your soul and your fate. Theyre nothing in a general vague way; theyre exact. I have this thing; I dont call it a gift, as at times its been anything but one. Its more of an awareness. My daughter Jessica has it and I know for a fact that 4 of my granddaughters share it as well. This will be for one of my next Journeys. The track I want to be on now, is one of others awareness. Years ago, before Kandy and I were married we went to a circus like event at Buckeye Lake. This circus was always there. Everything was old and falling apart. We went with another couple, Jayne & Skip, on the last night it was opened. Kandy and I rode the Wild Mouse, a mini roller coaster. Twice on sharp turns, the side wheels left the track and had I not leaned the other way, we would have fallen from 3 stories high through the rusty rails into the lake. That day a ride with single person airplanes that spun around launched some kid into the water. It was all closing and breaking down that night. We found a tent. Kandy and I went in and saw the stereotypical Gypsy fortune teller. I paid her; she informed us that we would be married very soon and would cross thousands of miles shortly after that. There were other tidbits I imagine were correct as she was right about us getting married and moving to California a few months after that. An actual psychic? I have no idea. But I knew I was connected to this world a little differently and there must be others. The TV phone in ones with their manuscripts; the ones that point to an audience and ask if someones male relative whose name starts off with an S just passed and goes on from there. Theyre all fun; theyre all not real. There had been a small ad that ran in our Columbus Dispatch for years about a woman named Kay Frain. After years of seeing this, I decided to make an appointment with her. My phone has 11 lines. I blocked one to be untraceable. I called and told the guy answering, my name was Roy and I wanted to make an appointment to see Kay. It was done. I would see her the next afternoon. I found a two story office building; her office was on the second floor. I went in, told this girl sitting at a desk that I was Roy and had an appointment with Kay. 5 minutes later, I was lead to a room that looked like some older womans apartment. Comfortable chairs, a couch; plants; just like your grandmothers living room. I sat on the couch; she looked me up and down while she sat on her high back chair. I was the first to speak. I told her I wasnt Roy; I was Brian and I didnt want her to know anything about me prior to meeting her. She laughed and told me I wasnt the first to do that. She asked me for my keys. She held her hand opened and I gently put them on her palm. She never looked down. She just closed her hand and let it drop to her lap. This was a woman I guessed to be 80 maybe a little older. She had a British accent. Her voice would go from strong to soft then strong again. She told me I had a business; no actually I had 2 businesses and one of them was quite tacky. She was correct. I had my wholesale company and I just opened a store. It was in my warehouse until I rented space at a Kmart shopping center strip. All the fixtures (in the store) were used, a little rusty; well; just tacky. She started talking about things in the store; almost rambling a little. I needed her focused. That was a minor issue for an hour. I mentioned my sister had just passed months earlier. She said she knew that. She said a woman not much older than me, heavy set (she described my sister perfectly) was there with that short red-headed woman. She said that short redhead was quite strong and was here to make sure I was alright. She described my mother also perfectly. She told me once my mom & sister, Penny saw I was OK, they left. I just sat there in awe. I had been reading a lot of Sylvia Brownes, Caroline Myss and Ron Roth books on spirituality. I needed to know if Sylvia was right about what happens after passing. Kay explained that it was right for her (Sylvia). I would know and see what was right for me. We werent that far apart. By the way, Sylvias first 2 books answered a lot of direct questions, I felt no minister, rabbi or priest had the willingness to say directly what was what; what something looked like; what exactly happens. I always got some passage from an old or new testament. I always remember that the abolitionists were quoting the same passages as the slave owners in the 1850s from the same books. I asked Kay a straight question; she gave me a straight answer. I would ask a question every once in a while that I knew the answer to; shed give me the right answer. I had to know when she realized she had this Gift. She told me that during WW2, she worked at an American air base in the UK and one week the soldiers were talking about dressing up for Halloween. She decided to come to work as a Gypsy fortune teller. She would ask for a coin or an object the soldier was carrying and tell him what hed be doing in the next week. It was all fun for the soldiers; it was an awakening for her. The next day the military police came and arrested her for espionage. How did she know their exact plans? They couldnt prove anything other than she just Knew. and no harm had been done; no secrets given out. I know Ive been here before and we all keep going around. She told me I was right. She told me about several lives Ive lived; the last one Ive felt since I can remember and I have a very, very odd recollection ability. I remember one time, I freaked my mom out by describing the colors in this circular rug I used to crawl on (I couldnt walk yet); how I threw my glass bottle against the wall from my crib before I could talk and how I described my grandfather Sam face and hair (there were no pictures of him), peeking into my stroller when I was about 3 months old, right before he passed. Everything I told my mom seemed to horrify her like maybe I was possessed or something. No baby could ever Remember those types of details. Yet I do. In the meantime; I cant tell you what I had for lunch yesterday! I kept looking at my watch; I didnt want this hour to be over with. She was getting more tired and I was pushing for more answers. I needed to know what was next in my life. She explained that awareness and attraction were next. I see more things now; am aware of more things now: things most dont think exist: things most people would deny: things most people would call just plain crazy. I attract things: Kandy will tell you about noises in the dark, past dogs visiting and my death. All things that I worry will frighten her but shes with me and cant avoid hearing or seeing things. I tell her we only attract what loves us. That helps her. Two friends of mine, Tonya Grizzle and Nicole Sieber went to visit Kay after she moved from her office to her home. I believe she moved to a farm. They said she was all over the place and she couldnt stay focused. Kay died at 89 in 2009. I think she has a daughter that has carried on for her. Does her daughter have it? I dont know nor will I find out. Kay was the real deal. As for me; I always run the risk of credibility when I start talking about things I see and hear or what Kandy, Jessica and 4 of my granddaughters have encountered. I usually dont mention things as I understand the universal sign for crazy: spinning one finger around your ear and rolling your eyes.
Posted on: Sat, 19 Jul 2014 11:14:40 +0000
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