I could tell my Zoom session with Bruce would not go well. When the middle-aged, mustached fellow appeared on my screen with a scowl glued to his face, I took a deep breath and centred myself. Then, what he said didn’t make my life easier.
“I think this stuff is foolishness, but go ahead and try it,” he grumbled like a street fighter daring his opponent to land the first blow.
What I wanted to ask him was, Then why did you book a reading? As if he could read my mind, he answered my question.
“This was a birthday gift from my wife’s sister,” he harrumphed. “She’s really into this stuff. I suppose now you’re going to tell my fortune?”
Boy, I’ll tell you it took a lot to hold back what I really wanted to say; unfortunately, giving in to that emotion took me right out of the zone, so I glued a smile to my face and concentrated on Bruce. After a moment, I received the impression that, at heart, Bruce had a kind soul and was a loving father – yet he just didn’t believe in the spirit world and life after death.
Not everyone does. Which is why I don’t like selling gift certificates, or reading for people who were booked for sessions by their friends, family or (fill in the blank.)
I can’t always tell if someone is booking a reading for someone else, and I must admit that many of those sessions have turned out well, with the sitter getting valued information from their loved ones in spirit. For example, last week a father whose daughter died by suicide had a session with me that had been arranged by the man’s sister, and the father was grateful for the messages of forgiveness that came through.
Yet, not all appointments go that well. Case in point: Bruce.
Trying to read for Bruce was like trying to see what was on the other side of a brick wall. I wanted badly not to let my ego take over – give him information that would make him fall off his chair in surprise, just so I could wave my finger, jump out of my chair and shout, “See? There is such a thing as mediumship!”
But that wouldn’t have helped either of us. So I closed my eyes, asked my guides for help, and began to give the information I was receiving. I don’t remember what I said – the messages were for Bruce, not me – and he responded with pursed lips and an occasional grunt.
At the end of our session, I thanked him for his time and he responded, “Okay, goodbye,” and clicked off.
Lord, love a duck, I thought. Rattled, I went into the next room to make some tea. I felt like taking a shower to wash off the harsh sceptic vibe he had left me with. I was angry at him, but then realized it wasn’t Bruce’s fault for being Bruce. He was a nice guy – he just didn’t want to be with a psychic medium. Even though someone who cared about him thought he would enjoy seeing a psychic medium.
The shower would have to wait. I had another session in ten minutes, and spirit assured me this woman had made the appointment herself.
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