I’ve been watching Teams, waiting for the big fat obituary … or even a tiny one at this rate, just take SOMEONE out of my misery …
When I decided to reach out to a psychic medium I’ve long followed.
It was just a one-question reading that I bought.
First time caller, longtime listener sort of thing.
I was nervous because I’ve been a fan of hers since the turn of the century. (hah, god we’re old)
Plus I remember how sad I was after I was in the room with a psychic medium who channeled everyone but Momma.
(That one ended up being very pro Charlie Kirk. So fuck her twice.)
I got my email reading yesterday.
Took me till about midnight to open it.
I cried.
She said your mom is a hoot and a half!
That Mom and I had traveled several lifetimes together.
That Mom can’t wait to show me around.
That she’s very busy. But she’s also very protective of me.
That she wishes she could have stayed, but in a body that wasn’t so broken.
All of this resonated with me.
“I’m very busy!” was one of her lines. And her “broken body” was something that frustrated her.
I gave this medium nothing other than can you channel my mom and can either or both of you tell me where I should move to.
Now that’s where the surprise came in.
She said my spirit guides told her I hate snow.
Check.
Orlando is cool but have you thought about the U.S. Southwest?
Not especially, no.
Well that’s where you’ll find your tribe.
What about Paris?
If you think Palm Beach is lonely, you won’t like living where you don’t speak the language.
Would I be happy if I stayed in FL?
Yes but don’t go further north than the apartment you have in mind now.
Other advice?
We see you wanting to get healthy and to write. Just move. It will happen.
Honestly? I didn’t tell her ANY of that.
I was very careful to not convey anything.
Just sent one photo of myself, at her request.
She looked at it and said is that your mom?
I laughed and cried. No, I said. But psychics always used to mix up our fortunes. I’d forgotten about that. How perfectly fitting that you’d look at me and see her.
Anyway.
“I can feel the thunder
Underneath my feet
I sold my soul for freedom
It’s lonely but it’s sweet”
She told me a couple other personality traits about me.
I told her everything resonated, and I thanked her.
I will definitely reach out for a real reading.
Mostly I am just glad that Mom isn’t hanging around me, waiting for me to die.
But that was interesting — she can’t wait to show you around.
I am proud that she’s out running her widdle weggins off again.
On the same day I talked to Mike, too. I think that text mixup happened right while the girl was doing my reading.
And Mike was so sad to hear she’s gone. She really liked him. I imagine she was the reason we have peace again now.
Well done, Wobin. Well done.