GUARDIAN OF THE PARK
Gabbie told me she was taking a relaxing stroll through her favourite section of a nearby park when a shocking vision stopped her in her tracks. She loved walking along a path that skirted a creek that burbled over rocks jutting up from the creek bed. A moment of dizziness gripped her and when she looked down at herself, she was covered in blood. And the left side her face ached, as if her cheek had been hit with a steel fist. She felt compelled to look at a nearby picnic table under a tree, then gasped. Someone was lying face down on the ground!
Micah described his life as if he was talking about an article of clothing that no longer fit. He said he’d been feeling this way for a couple months. Micah had just turned 40 years old, was unmarried and believed he’d accomplished nothing in his life – even though he was a well-liked, tenured university professor who constantly received high marks on student evaluations.
What amazes and intrigues me about my work is when I meet people who say they don’t believe in spirits and the supernatural – and then go on to tell me about something miraculous and inexplicable that happened to them.
“I don’t know why I’m talking to you,” said Tessa, who had booked a telephone session. “I don’t think you can help my Raoul.” She was quiet a moment, then added softly, “I just hope he’s not suffering.”
I chuckled when I looked over the newspaper’s long list of “The Favourite…” winners in numerous categories. I think every newspaper and magazine has a yearly readers poll where people write in, nominating their favourite burger joint, hair stylist, chiropractor … and you name it. Yet in my weekly community newspaper, there was no category for “Favourite Psychic.”
