My husband really had to give me a proverbial kick in the ass to write this one!  He knows what my abilities are and I seriously have been too chicken to let the cat out of the bag so to speak with all but very few of my friends.  At the same time I have to realize that first, my abilities aren’t going anywhere.  In fact, they just seem to be getting more accurate.  Second, my pretending that they don’t exist is just plain ludicrous.  Who I am, is who I am.  If you don’t love me for me, then why should it matter to me what you think.  All it’ll take is one glass of wine in me, and my blurting something out about what is about to happen in your life, then you’re history anyway.  Lastly, it’s those undeniable, serendipitous events that keep coming up for me that I just can’t ignore that keep pointing me to where I am supposed to go.  Lately, all of the “signs” are pointing me in the direction of letting people know who I really am and, for now at least, putting it out there in writing.  (My unusual and very difficult personal history will be left for a later blog.)

      I think the best way for me to tell you about me is in the context of an event I just attended.  Yep, I’m pretty scared, but I’m just feeling like it’s about time.  This past weekend, as some of you may have seen on my Facebook page, I attended an all day workshop in Boston hosted by HayHouse that featured Dr. Brian Weiss and John Holland.  If you haven’t heard of them you probably don’t watch Oprah because Dr. Weiss has been on her show, twice I believe, and that also means you probably aren’t very aware that legitimate psychic mediums exist.   John Holland is one of the few that I believe is not only gifted but is also humble enough to not always think that he’s 100% correct 100% of the time – even when his accuracy of very specific things goes over the receiver’s head for a few a moments!  He’s big about specifics!  Anyway, my husband bought me a ticket to the event for Christmas.  He would have gone with me but we currently have no sitter, so I went alone.

      I arrived pretty early so I took a seat, pulled out my notebook, and started writing.  Not long after I finished writing my 3rd blog (what can I say, I’m passionate!), a few ladies sat down to my left and I started chatting with the one next to me.  She shared with me her experiences that involved seeing her dead husband very clearly and communicating with him at different times and how he helped her make some decisions she needed to make.  Her stories were touching and amazing.  After she was done, she looked at me and asked, “So what about you?”  Here’s what I told her… a little nervously at first, but it completely fell out of my mouth as if I was some little kid with a secret I just needed to tell:

      “I can do this thing.”  I said, not knowing what words to describe it, mostly because I was nervous.  “It’s kind of a joke between my husband and I.  He knows that he can ask me certain things about situations he is dealing with, and I can tell him how to navigate it even though I can never give him left-brained, logical reasons why.  After I have been giving him solid guidance for so long, he has learned that he can listen to me most of the time.”  I laughed because here I am blurting this out to a complete stranger, even though she sees her dead husband, and I was worried she was now thinking I was nuts!  She just smiled so I went on.  “It has gotten to the point where I am not very quick to share things when I think he needs to navigate it himself.  He also knows that if he gets a glass of wine in me, that restraint can be lost sometimes.” 

      She chuckled and encouraged me to go on so there was no stopping me now!  “I haven’t really told anyone but I have very quietly helped a couple of friends through different things.  One of the friends I did tell, who I DO think thought I was crazy, was selling her house.  After months and months of not selling it, and her driving me crazy about her angst over it, I just told her ‘It’s going to sell in October so stop freaking out.’  Little did she know, I had told my husband this many months before.  I felt at the time that if I had shared this with her sooner, she may have unknowingly sabotaged herself and it may not have sold.  October comes, she calls me, and says, ‘So how does it feel to be psychic?!?’ She got a contract and the house sold that month.“

      I then went on to tell this unsuspecting woman, who I somehow completely trusted for reasons I couldn’t comprehend, how my biggest future “thing” I ever got was when I was only 5.  I had a knowing, a voice in my head, I don’t know how to describe it, but I heard the words in my head that my parents were going to die young and that I would spend most of my life without them.  I told her how it didn’t frighten me and it wasn’t something I obsessed over.  I just kind of filed it away as nothing more than a curiosity.  When my dad died from Leukemia at 44 and my mom of heart failure at 48, I sure as hell couldn’t say I wasn’t forewarned.  I have had a lot of other things happen but this was already more than I thought I would ever tell anyone besides my husband!

      This woman laughed again and in the kindest voice said, “Hey, you’re The Psychic Housewife!”  Just then the lady from Hay House got on the stage to announce Dr. Weiss. 

      Needless to say, I think I was shocked at myself at what I just did. Not only did I tell a complete stranger what a weirdo I am, but she didn’t run away!