It's easy for people to get wrapped up in what's new on TV and social media. Planking, Gangnum Style, Where's the Beef, I'm a Pepper She's a Pepper... and on and on. And what is with Honey Boo Boo? She sticks around because people tune in...like watching a train wreck...it's just hard NOT to look. I don't understand what the big draw is with her but hey, it's not for me to judge. I think back to where all of this "reality" began, and I keep coming back to "Real World" on MTV and perhaps later "Deadliest Catch" on Discovery. Now, that is pretty much all you can find on TV these days. Pawn Stars, Swamp People, Gold Rush, Ghost Adventures, Storage Wars, and so many more...and yes our favorite little overweight redneck child Honey Boo Boo. I have to admit I do watch some of these shows, which I will talk about shortly, but first I have to get on my soapbox. Seems like National Geographic, TLC, History, and Discovery have shifted programming more towards this instead of why I got those channels in the first place. But then again, while I'm wishing they would create sub-channels geared towards the influx of "reality" shows and return the main channels back to what they used to be, I'm part of the problem I guess because I do watch some of these shows religiously. My favorites are Gold Rush, Ghost Adventures, and Long Island medium. The latter two shows have caught my attention in a way differently from the first. I've always had an interest in what happens when we die...mostly what happens after...is that just "it" or is there more? Just the thought that maybe, just maybe, we go on in some way, shape, or form has given me comfort and hope. False hope maybe? Am I just clinging to something to help me sleep at night? And with these shows pumping out episode after episode of "indicents" with people who have passed, my curiosity has grown exponentially. Ghost Adventures seems a lil crazy and stretched at times....OK a LOT of times, however I can't say as much for Long Island Medium. Let me get this out there...I know it's just a TV show and I know we can't believe everything we see...otherwise we might truly think there is a fuzzy alien puppet named "Alf" hanging around at a neighbor's house. But Long Island Medium just has a different feel to it. I've heard many people say...and I admit I've said it myself...that I would love to either meet her on the street or make an appointment with her. Either way I'd love to cross her path. So while the chances of that happening are about as good as me winning the powerball, being struck by lightening, and doing a cartwheel at the same time, I figured I should at least do something. And I did.
It started with my niece talking to someone and having them hit on some things, but miss on others. Almost sounds like a waste of time...seems like someone who can manipulate and lead you down a path, or make you divulge tiny bits of information...enough to draw some conclusions, could make you believe they know things about you that you thought they didn't. After all...we all know that magic isn't real, but professionals can make it appear that way. Slight of hand, distraction, and manipulation, when done correctly, can lead you down a path of belieiving what you see. I don't think my niece was manipulated...the things the psychic did hit on were pretty solid. But she had some communication with a nationally known psychic medium and when we talked about it, I knew then I just had to find out for myself. I made an appointment, using only my first name, an e-mail address that is not associated with any social media, and a phone number that was not in my name. I did not have to hold the appointment with a credit card. I wanted to provide as little info as possible so the ability to try and gather info on me would be all but impossible. I am an analyst by trade so I'm always questioning information...thinking outside the box...and always asking "but what about this...". I guess I am somewhat of a skeptic by nature and try not to get "led down a path" by having anyone pull information out of me without my knowledge. With all that said, I found myself trying to find a place to park in a downtown office building for my appointment when my phone rang. It was the secretary making sure I was going to make my appointment. I jokingly said (not to her of course) "ask the psychic she should know". We got a good chuckle out of it but I have to admit...it was a nervous chuckle. I was hoping to hear some things that would be enough to validate things for me. I was hoping for enough to make me believe that something...anything...happens to keep us around after we die. I was hoping for some answers to unanswered questions. I was hoping to believe. And believe I did.
As we sat down she took my hand and closed her eyes. She came up with sounds of names instead of directly calling them out. In this regard I was a little disappointed because, as I had seen on TV with the famous Long Island Medium, I was expecting full names. So right out the gate my skepticism was in full "yeah right" mode. Then, little by little, things started to change. I had not told her my father had passed away, but she knew. She began to describe the people who were with him on the other side and she nailed every one of them. Uncle Jack, cousin Arther, cousin Vera, and a close cousin to my Dad who, as she described, had the most unusual knickname she had ever heard. A name that no-one who didn't know her could guess and that was in no way part of her name. She chuckled at the name and knew how she died. My dad's cousin Vivian...or as we called her..."Aunt Tunie". She described what things were like in my childhood. She nailed it. No way on earth she could have known some of the things she said. She also talked about how my dad was on the road a lot with his job, his love for travel, and how that translated to my love of travel. Throughout this process I kept my promise to myself...I said very little and offered up little or no information...only saying things after she said what she was seeing and feeling. She knew my mom is a quilter...and that my dad told her as much. She described my mom's situation with her house and her neighbors...and nailed it. She described things that were going on in my personal life...and nailed it. She described things going on in my professional life...and nailed that too. She described things going on with my family and others close to me...nailed it. Most of the stuff she said to me is stuff that is too personal to talk about here, like my personal situation and the circumstances surrounding my dad's death. Skepticism was but a distant memory. She got some of the things I would think of as "generic" right, but she also described intimate details that she could not have known about me. Even though I'm not going into too much detail I will offer this...should anyone want to discuss this further with me contact me through Facebook and I may elaborate further on a case-by-case basis (depending on how well I know you). This meeting was a game changer for me. While she did answer some questions for me, I think I have more unanswered ones now that I am convinced we don't cease to exist once our heart stops beating. Either way, while I certainly don't want to leave the land of the living anytime soon, I'm not as scared to depart as I had been. This was actually a HUGE problem for me at times, but that is something else I'm not really ready to discuss right now. Just know this...I am a believer.
I've purposely kept religion out of this conversation and I won't go into details as to my thoughts on that. Way too touchy of a subject to talk about and it's getting late anyway...need some beauty sleep...LOTS of beauty sleep. Again, if anyone wants further information, including the name and contact information of the medium, please send me a private message through my Facebook page.
So now I enter 2013 with a new attitude towards life. Even though I'm convinced we are still here even though we may not be "here", I'm not taking things for granted. I'm actually more enthusiastic about doing things while I am living. I had a wonderful Christmas with family and friends, and took another spectacular road trip, which I will be describing in detail here very shortly. For now remember...for every minute you are mad, that is 60 seconds of lost happiness you can never get back.
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