THERE IS MAJIC AFOOT

As a way of introducing myself and my work to the communities in the area, I participated in a Psychic/Holistic Faire held at the fairgrounds in Grants Pass last Saturday.

I know that some of you are surprised. It’s true; normally my sensitivity to energies keeps me away from participating in events and large crowds. However, I felt very compelled to participate and I honored that.

Grants Pass is just 40 minutes north of Ashland. It is a beautiful drive and this particular morning there were clouds hanging low over the mountains and vibrant fall colors on the trees; Michael Hoppe’s Tapestry, was playing on the stereo. All these elements combined made for a very pleasant drive, and time seemed to fly by.

I was relieved to see that the building we were to set up in was not too large and that everything was clean and organized. I was happy that I was allowed to choose my own spot, which I quickly found on the last row in the middle.

After setting up I smudged my area and then sat down to draw in energies to create a sacred space. With that completed and feeling the slight buzz that comes with it, I decided to open the bottle of water I brought for the day and was promptly doused in a large spray of mineral water. All I could do is laugh thinking we, meaning the space and I, had experienced a true baptism. Now we were definitely ready.

There were a few minutes left before the doors opened to the public, so I decided to take a quick stroll around to say hello to the other 39 exhibitors. I noticed that most of the readers had ended up on my row. Beautiful, live Native American flute music drifted through the building and the energy was beginning to build long before the public was allowed to come in. What a high.

The Faire doors opened promptly at 10 a.m. and soon after, I had a lady sitting in front of me. I found it took me a moment to create a bubble around us to block out all the other psychic input in the building. It wasn’t the easiest thing to do, but finally everything fell away and the person in front of me was the only psychic influence I was experiencing. Thank goodness!

I soon found myself in the familiar ethereal high, moving from one reading to the next never really knowing the time, but honoring the familiar beep, beep, beep of the 20 minute timer going off. I really do lose all sense of time, as well as my appetite.

For the next 7 hours the readings were filled with happy news and encouragement to move in different directions, conditions being ripe and supportive. I was intrigued that I was doing so much medium work. It seemed everybody and their brother were coming through, as well as deceased pets bounding into my realm of vision, excitedly wanting to share with their parents that they were happy and still around.

One lady and a deceased relative argued back and forth for a good while. Each wanted to have the last word! Finally, I just had to cut the connection. It was all I could do to keep a straight face.

The next to last reading for a woman was emotionally hard for me. She had just lost her 20 year old daughter unexpectedly and since her world revolved around the daughter, she was like a rudderless boat adrift in the sea of life. It was a very poignant, emotional conversation with the daughter pleading with her mother to start living again and to be there for her little girl Eva. I hope with all my heart that the mother will be able to pull herself up for her sake and for her granddaughter.

Most importantly, I discovered through this experience that I am more than capable of handling the heavy hitters in the psychic realm and coming out fully intact. All in all I had an amazingly enlightened experience as well as great fun.

But, I definitely was done at the end--and ravenous. No, seriously. Ravenous!