The next year was a blur of activity. I found a job, a girl friend and started saving money to go to Alaska. I had always wanted to go back home, to
where I was born, because I never felt at home in Minnesota. We moved from Alaska when I was 9, and I needed to return home to lick my wounds, for
lack of a better way of putting it. I had felt a pull in that direction for years, but my now x wife never wanted to even visit there even though I
I eventually saved up enough cash to get myself a one way ticket home.
I hopped a plane and flew back to where I came from!
This was a dream of mine ever since we left when I was a kid, and I was about to live it.
On the way to Petersburg Alaska (my home town) I had a lay over in Juneau,
and I have a thread here about it here:
Spirit Animal Guides Mine is Raven, what is yours?
I had an incredible experience with the ravens, and still do with crows, and black birds. The connection of my spirit to just the entire southeast
Alaskan coast was something I cannot describe other than complete safety and complete oneness with my surroundings.
When I got to Petersburg, my uncle met me at the airport and gave me a place to stay for a few weeks while I looked for a place of my own. I had timed
everything so I would get there before the fishing season started because I knew that if I didn't, there would be no jobs, no housing, I'd be sleeping
under a cannery.
I had a job lined up for a cannery, but wanted to look for something else because even though I worked in a fish farm for quite a few years and know
how to process large amounts of salmon, I still don't want to do it again. I would of had I needed to, but I wanted to see what I could find around
town before the season started.
I was hired in the first store I walked in. I got a cashier job in the biggest store on the island. It was not seasonal,and full time, at more an hour
than I had ever made anywhere else. It was perfect. My cousin introduced me to a tall guy named "Shaggy" and well, yeah, he did remind me a lot of
Shaggy from Scooby Doo, and his dog,Whishka, acted just like you would expect from scooby doo, he was a big goofy shaggy dog.
I rented a room from him in his trailer and it was a fun time. He had a lot of friends so everyone was always going out boating to glaciers or fishing
trips, true Alaskan redneck adventures!
Eventually it came up that I was psychic, and one night he called me on it in front of his friends. We were all hanging out after work and having a
few beers when he started talking about it and next thing I knew I whipped out a deck of tarot and gave him a reading. I had not used them in quite
some time, but was just feeling the vibe that night so to speak, and at this point he had never seen me do a reading, I know he was a pure skeptic, he
had said before he didn't believe in that stuff really. Well, I told him it was all in fun right? And I laid out a spread for him in front of his
friends. I told him he was going to get married within the next year and have a baby within a year and a half to two years. EVERYONE laughed at this,
me included because there was no way this was going to happen, he was a single guy with no intention of finding someone soon other than one night
His buddy Hill Billy (yep, that was what we called him) wanted a reading, but I felt I shouldn't use cards, something else was for Hill Billy that
I took a deep breath and it just kind of came out. You're grandma is here, and she wants to let you know she loves you, she is showing me an ivory
broach around her neck, some sort of pendant, Oscar, she says, you need to go back to Oregon and straighten out your affairs.
I didn't know anything about Hill Billy then, other than he annoyed me sometimes, but I watched the color drain from his face and he dropped to his
I then repeated back another message, that he would go to jail when he got there, but that he needed to do this before it became bigger than what it
was. His grandma would go with him and comfort him as he did this.
He was really grateful for that, but it spooked the hell out of him. His wife wanted a readings too, but I couldn't.
I was done, and also did not like the feeling I got off of her, some sort of issue. A few days later she tried to tell Hill Billy that we slept
together to cause him to come over and start some crap with me and he fell for it.
Before I could really react, Shaggy had him pinned up against the wall and threw him out for the evening. Imagine a 6'4 guy picking up a 5'2 guy and
pinning him by his throat up against the side of the tailor, thats pretty much what happened. They were a rough crowd.
Shortly there after, Hill Billy quit the cannery and went back to Oregon where he was arrested as soon as he got off the plane for violation of
probation. I guess his old lady did too.
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