I was at The Lodge at Woodloch (http://www.thelodgeatwoodloch.com/) a wonderful spa in Pennsylvania, with an extreme case of “spa brain” so I decdied to go to the only program offered that night, “Getting in Touch with Your Angels,” or something like that. The lecturer described herself as “a spiritual clairvoyant” and claimed she had a “special gift” to counsel those seeking answers from their guide about loved ones, questions related to purpose and direction, health concerns or even past lives.” In my normal mind, I’m sure I would have been skeptical about anyone who called herself the “people’s medium,” but when you have spa brain, you don’t think.
After dinner I made my way into the “fireside chat” room. What else did I have to do? Go up to my room and watch TV? The “medium’s” name was Michele, and she was about five foot one, mid-fifties, with blond hair, wearing platform espadrilles. This was the same woman a table away form mine at lunch. I’d seen her make 5 trips to the buffet table, dumping piles of food onto her plate.
She sat alone in the lecture room, except for a man she introduced as her husband. “I don’t know where everyone is,” she said. “Usually it’s packed.” She shifted her position on he couch. “Oh well, this will be intimate,” she giggled. After a while, a couple walked in, and then a second couple. As she told us who she was, I looked at five books she’d spread out like a fan on the table with titles: The True Nature of Love, Awakening to the Christ Consciousness; Messages from Beyond; Miraculous Encounters; Visions from Mary; and Echoes in the Wind. She’d written them all.
She told one couple they’d be moving soon. She told the second couple that they’d recently lost their dog. Both statements turned out to be true. She turned to me. “Do you have any Jewish blood in you?” she asked.
“Yes, all of it,” I replied.
“I see a small little man with funny writing about his head and a funny little cap on him. Is that your grandfather?” I told her that my grandfather had been a Rabbi (thus the funny letters – Hebrew- and the funny cap - a Yamakah). She said he was very proud of me and was telling her, “Margie’s special.” My grandfather died before I was born, so how could I not be hooked on a woman who said she was now speaking with him? So I signed up for a 30 minute reading – it was outrageously expensive -- $200 -- but I was very curious about my grandfather, and in my relaxed state, I knew if I didn’t sign up, it would be one of those things I’d always regret. So I did.
The next day I got there and entered the small room. It was very dark except for candles. She told me to be open to all this, and that if I helped her, it would help me. She explained how all these spirits would be with her –including her mother and father on the “other side” – that’s how she put it. She told me I was having the abbreviated reading (i.e., 30 minutes) and in the LONG version, there would be at least EIGHT guides or ancestors or whatever. I told her I was only interested in what my grandfather would tell me, that I didn’t need all those extra spirits. She told me she’d be doing this with her eyes closed.
She started by saying she saw a man above me, it was my father, and he was proud of me. Then she said she saw an older sister and I said no, I’d once had an older sister, but she was dead. And then she said, “Oh, I see a very sudden unexpected death.” It didn’t take rocket science to look at me, imagine my sister being not much older, and deduce that she’d died from an accident or something. Then she goes- she said, “I see cancer either in the chest or abdomen.” By now I was skeptical. One out of ten women will get breast cancer, so I knew she was guessing. I told her my mother died of beast cancer and she said, “Your mother is very proud of you and she’s telling you to get a breast mammogram.”
At this point I just wanted to get out of there. I stood up and told her she’d only gotten about 6% right and she passed right over that and tried to take credit for guessing that my mother had died of breast cancer.”But I told YOU that!” I said.
ARRRGGGGGG I was so angry for being suckered into this and I felt like a gullible fool. Next time, I don’t care how bad a case of spa brain I have – I’m
going to BEWARE of anyone who calls herself a medium.
After dinner I made my way into the “fireside chat” room. What else did I have to do? Go up to my room and watch TV? The “medium’s” name was Michele, and she was about five foot one, mid-fifties, with blond hair, wearing platform espadrilles. This was the same woman a table away form mine at lunch. I’d seen her make 5 trips to the buffet table, dumping piles of food onto her plate.
She sat alone in the lecture room, except for a man she introduced as her husband. “I don’t know where everyone is,” she said. “Usually it’s packed.” She shifted her position on he couch. “Oh well, this will be intimate,” she giggled. After a while, a couple walked in, and then a second couple. As she told us who she was, I looked at five books she’d spread out like a fan on the table with titles: The True Nature of Love, Awakening to the Christ Consciousness; Messages from Beyond; Miraculous Encounters; Visions from Mary; and Echoes in the Wind. She’d written them all.
She told one couple they’d be moving soon. She told the second couple that they’d recently lost their dog. Both statements turned out to be true. She turned to me. “Do you have any Jewish blood in you?” she asked.
“Yes, all of it,” I replied.
“I see a small little man with funny writing about his head and a funny little cap on him. Is that your grandfather?” I told her that my grandfather had been a Rabbi (thus the funny letters – Hebrew- and the funny cap - a Yamakah). She said he was very proud of me and was telling her, “Margie’s special.” My grandfather died before I was born, so how could I not be hooked on a woman who said she was now speaking with him? So I signed up for a 30 minute reading – it was outrageously expensive -- $200 -- but I was very curious about my grandfather, and in my relaxed state, I knew if I didn’t sign up, it would be one of those things I’d always regret. So I did.
The next day I got there and entered the small room. It was very dark except for candles. She told me to be open to all this, and that if I helped her, it would help me. She explained how all these spirits would be with her –including her mother and father on the “other side” – that’s how she put it. She told me I was having the abbreviated reading (i.e., 30 minutes) and in the LONG version, there would be at least EIGHT guides or ancestors or whatever. I told her I was only interested in what my grandfather would tell me, that I didn’t need all those extra spirits. She told me she’d be doing this with her eyes closed.
She started by saying she saw a man above me, it was my father, and he was proud of me. Then she said she saw an older sister and I said no, I’d once had an older sister, but she was dead. And then she said, “Oh, I see a very sudden unexpected death.” It didn’t take rocket science to look at me, imagine my sister being not much older, and deduce that she’d died from an accident or something. Then she goes- she said, “I see cancer either in the chest or abdomen.” By now I was skeptical. One out of ten women will get breast cancer, so I knew she was guessing. I told her my mother died of beast cancer and she said, “Your mother is very proud of you and she’s telling you to get a breast mammogram.”
At this point I just wanted to get out of there. I stood up and told her she’d only gotten about 6% right and she passed right over that and tried to take credit for guessing that my mother had died of breast cancer.”But I told YOU that!” I said.
ARRRGGGGGG I was so angry for being suckered into this and I felt like a gullible fool. Next time, I don’t care how bad a case of spa brain I have – I’m
going to BEWARE of anyone who calls herself a medium.
