The year is 2014; summer sometime. Iâm hanging out with my friend who might become my business partner (spoiler alert, he did). I was having a very rare conversation with him about whether or not he believed in the medium thing I had recently discovered about myself.
âI meanâŚyou knowâŚwhat do you think about it?âÂ
I asked with such nerves and trepidation like my preference would probably be for him not to answer. Ever.
âI think, well, I think Iâm a scientist and it's hard for me to believe what youâre telling me is realâ.
âOh. Okâ.
âBut I also think that if it is real? You have a superpowerâ.Â
âOh. Ok. So either Iâm full of shit or a superhero?âÂ
âBasically, yes.â
We shared a laugh about that.
I suddenly see myself swooping up, up, up, and over the sky, red cape flapping, and admittedly my normal-chick hips are not quite the thing for the superhero suit, flat butt silhouetted against the sky - just not meeting the usual standards. But I fly, dammit! Because Iâm a superhero and thatâs what they do, right? Maybe my suit can be more like a catsuit with a black silhouette? Although I don't want to wear the black of witches, Iâve never been interested in aligning with that crowd.Â
Witchy or Woo. Thatâs what they might call me. And if mean-spirited? Theyâll go for both. I mean, superpower was the nicest thing Iâd ever heard to describe my ability to talk to dead people. And the fact that it came from someone I respect so deeply made it even more sorta-fantastical-awesome-star-studded, and also? So confusing. Cause he didnât say I was. He said maybe I was.
Itâs much easier to read for people who are believers. I mean, thatâs obvious, but it's also just energetically true. Like youâre either going to open a link and it's going to be flowing between their dead person, you, and them or if they are throwing up blocks and derision and disbelief, the flow is much harder to find. Itâs possible! But itâs harder.
One of my favorite nonbelievers happens to be one of my dearest friends. Heâs the husband of a dearest so he is a proxy dearest, which is still pretty good because heâs one of those good husbands. The ones you love that your dearest found and married on a beach in Hawaii even if you werenât invited cause only like 5 people were, but that doesnât stop your love, no way. It transcends all the things.
But of course, that didnât make him a believer in my new medium abilities, he just loved me in the same perpendicular way.
My first reading for him was accidental. I was texting with my dear friend, his wife, while I stood on a golf course. I was there watching my little kid live out his golf prodigy phase that he went through - impressing old guys who teach golf with his young guy gold star swing. As I watched, she and I were texting about her husband's father who was on the other side, and whether he would be available if we did a reading and then whoop! His Dad just popped in.
His Dad pointed to my feet and said, âNice!â And I was like. âOh hey, do you like my low profile Nikeâs?â But then I watched him take a golf swing in my peripheral vision and I was like, âOh! Hay, you are a golfer. You like where I am, ok got itâ. So I said that to my friend by text. âHis Dad loved golf!â And she said, âI don't know, I'll checkâ. And then I said, âAlso? Dad just added that *Adam (her husband) was great at baseballâ. And my friend said, âNah, probably not cause he had asthma and wouldnât have played.â So I was like, âWell not sure why he would go on about it then, he says Adam was pretty darn good.â
Also, my heart dropped into my low-profile Nikes and I figured the truth was that I was probably a fraud and about to be exposed. In the meantime, I asked the Dad I was chatting with how long Adam played and he said 2 years. So eventually the text came backâŚ. âYes, he played softball but he only played offense (went up to bat) because of asthma but he was pretty darn good.â His words. Not knowing that his father had just said that to me.
I enjoyed the elevator ride of my heart going north back into my chest.
âAnd his Dad was an avid golfer.â
Whoo! Sporty accuracy cause weâve got golf and softball (which is so totally baseball too, fine), and so I asked, âHow long did he play?â âOh. a couple of years.â At this point, Iâm thinking Ok Iâm 3 for 3 to keep this sporty and also? This is weird being a medium over text, gosh so very modern. Then the next message that came back said,
âAdam said he found it fascinating and a little scary and can you stop saying stuff so he can do his own reading?â
To which, of course, we both said âYes!â
(part 2 - that reading - coming next week!)
Gah, you are such a phenomenal storyteller. I forget I'm reading something until the end. I'm just swept up. And can't wait for Part deux. Thank you for this brilliance each week. XO
I love this, thank you. I love that you have a favorite non-believer, and also the way you describe how much easier it is to read for believers--that it's obvious but also "energetically true." That resonates so deeply with me. And I love that line about either you're a super-hero or full of shit. I get that a lot too, and I always feel like, really? Those are the only two options? Isn't there something way gentler in the middle that is more effective for everyone? Looking forward to the next post! Love you in the black catsuit!