Information passes back and forth between us and the All That Is constantly. This happens from both our conscious and unconscious states and whether we are in a physical form or not. It is aware of us at all times, but not always focused on us specifically.
Because we are all part of the same entity, we can communicate with each other on a level that our physical self is not generally aware of. There is a section of humanity, however, who are aware of this connection and use it regularly for a variety of reasons. We refer to these people as 'psychics'. If you watch any tv at all, you'll have seen shows about people who assist law enforcement by finding missing bodies or use their abilities to describe how people have been murdered. There are those who visit locations 'haunted' by spirits and try to help those spirits cross over from this plane to the next. There are documented cases of people who can move physical objects with just the power of their minds, and I'm willing to bet that the majority of my readers have visited or know of a fortune-teller or seer.
Over the years I had visited fortunetellers who had a stall in the mall or a tent in the county fair where they would tell your future for $10. I had my palms read, my tea leaves read and my tarot cards done - you name it. I remained unimpressed. In my opinion, all of the people who claimed to be able to tell my future or read my fortune were simply opportunists looking to make a quick buck on the vulnerability of those who were willing to pay a few dollars for a little good news. I saw nothing to convince me that any of those people were tapping into the future at all.
That all changed one cold winter night in Berrys Mills, NB.
My sister, Deb, had heard about a psychic named Carol who was purported to be the real thing. Deb made an appointment and took the long drive out to the country to have a reading done. While I don't know the specifics of what went on at that meeting, I do know that Deb left there absolutely convinced that Carol was a true blue psychic who could see the future. At Deb's urging, I made an appointment and went to see Carol myself.
The appointment was set by Deb. Carol knew only that my name was Bev and that I was Deb's sister. She knew nothing else about me, not even my last name or where I lived. At the time, I had recently moved into a new home in Eastern Passage, NS, which is in a different province and about 3 hours' drive from where Carol lived. My husband was an aircraft electrician in the Canadian Air Force and I had 2 young children.
Deb and I pulled into the driveway of a simple bunglow on a country road a few miles outside Moncton, NB. Upon entering the house, my first impression was that country people lived here. It was comfortable but not opulent. Carol greeted us and we went into the kitchen and sat at the table. I don't actually remember what she looked like, only what happened when she took my wedding rings into her hands and closed her eyes.
She had a pad of paper at the ready and picked up a pencil in her free hand. While rolling my rings in one hand, she wrote and sketched on the note pad with the other. It seemed that things began to come into her mind randomly and she spoke as she wrote on the pad. Here are some of the random statements she made:
'You live near the water....not a lake....it's the ocean' (we had just moved to a new community where I could see the Atlantic ocean from the back deck)
'It's noisy there... I hear hammering and construction' (our house was one of the first completed on the street. Many others were still being built at that time)
'Your husband's name has 5 letters...but if one letter is dropped...it's still his name' (at the time I was married to a man named Peter. To this day, I'm totally impressed by those words, what an interesting way to describe a person's name - I know I had never thought of it that way before)
'I can't decide if he works on airplanes or cleans the hangars...." (I laughed out loud at that point because just the night before Peter had complained to me that they had him sweeping and cleaning the hangar all day, even though he was actually an aircraft electrician)
'Who is Steve??' (Steve was my brother in law and at the time we were very close - he visited often and had recently been dating my sister)
She talked for about 20 minutes, all the time sketching and writing on what turned out to be 10 pages of the 8.5" x 11" note pad. What impressed me about Carol was how things came to her randomly. There was no real rhyme nor reason to much of what she told me, she just described whatever images came into her mind. The accuracy was uncanny - she was definitely connecting with something. Eventually she opened her eyes, handed me back my rings and passed me the papers she had filled with words and sketches. I had found the experience a little disquieting, but I was exhilerated to have met someone who actually had a real 'psychic' gift. I told her about my interest in the occult and supernatural and asked if she would answer a few questions about her ability. She was kind enough to oblige me.
She told me that she had been able to read people as long as she could remember. She had no idea when an event she described would happen - she only knew that there appeared to be about a 2 year window. In other words, the event might have happened in the past 2 years, or it might come to pass in the next 2 years, she was never sure which. On the occasions when she saw very unpleasant events or serious illness during a reading, she didn't speak of it. She tried only to convey positive or neutral events to her clients. I asked her if she thought her ability was a gift or a curse. She indicated that it was neither, just something that had always been a part of her - she didn't know any different.
When I left Carol's house that night, I knew that I was changed. I knew for certain and first hand that it is possible to know about another person through a means not generally used or recognized by most people. Carol could and did connect with me through a means I can't understand or articulate. She could somehow see my environment to the point that she could actually name key people in my life. Strangely, that one visit cured any further curiousity I ever had about seeing my future. I've never been to another psychic nor had any desire to seek one out. I now understand that the future will unfold as it's supposed to - there's no reason to look ahead, looking after today is knowledge enough.