The Assistant Manager of the store became a friend of mine, and one day at work I was drawing a picture of a dragon with flames blowing from it's
mouth and he saw it. He was amazed by it and asked why I was doing the kind of work I was, instead of making a living in art. I signed it and gave him
About a week later he told me he framed it so I had to go take a look, and while we were looking at the picture he asked me something.
"So, you think you're a psychic huh?"
I answered with "No Dennis, I am a medium"
He looked at me funny and then asked "What's the difference?"
"All Mediums are psychic Dennis, but not all psychics are Mediums"
He still didn't understand so I explained that I can occasionally communicate with people who have crossed over, and not all psychics can do that.
"well how does that work?"
"I'm not sure exactly, it is just something I can do sometimes, people used to just be able to ask me and I would see the answers,but that was a while
ago and I am not practicing"
I could see he was genuinely curious at this point, and I was just waiting for the next question. I knew it was coming. I started to feel
uncomfortable, this is my boss even though he was my friend, and I don't take that lightly, the last thing I want is to make a fool out of myself, I
do that plenty well in my day to day world just being myself, so I was kind of worried when he asked me. This is where my self doubts come it,
although spirit has never let me down, I still worry sometimes, most of the time. Although I have realized now, that when I look for a spirit, if it
is there, and it wants to communicate, it will. Sometimes, there is no spirit, so there is nothing to tell.
"Do you see anything for me?"
An image came to mind, kind of slowly at first, but it was there.
"yeah Dennis, I do see somebody, I see a girl, about 25, she is smiling and waving at me"
I described what I was seeing and I noticed his face kind of went blank for a second, I was thinking I was way off.
"No way!" He said. I was persistent because the spirit of this woman was still there smiling.
"Yeah, Dennis, I see her plain as day."
Then she changed, suddenly she was wearing a ladybug costume. When I repeated that back to him I thought he was going to go through the roof. His
expression totally changed, he knew exactly who it was. I saw a tear run down his face, and he quietly asked, "Is she ok?"
"Yes Dennis, she is fine, she is proud of you"
At this point I won't go into any more detail other than to say it was his girlfriend who had committed suicide several years before. Something
neither one of us suspected.
This was actually the last spirit I had contact with for about 3 years. My job and the stress of my job and the life style we were living over ran any
sort of spirit contact, although I had several connections with animals, spirit remained quiet, and again, I was grateful for that. The company and I
parted ways due to several reasons, and I went down to their competitor and applied for a job. I got hired on as a cashier at the same rate of pay as
a dairy manager and was much happier. I got married to Christy in July of 2009, and life was going good again, but spirit was silent. Most likely I
was blocking. In 2010 my daughters ceiling collapsed in her room and the landlord didn't fix it,along with various other problems including not being
able to find a place to move to.
Christy's family offered to buy us tickets out of Alaska and down to Texas. In a move of haste and bad judgement, we went. That was a huge mistake,
although, everything happens for a reason.
Texas was hot, and family issues between my wife and her family made it a very bad move for us, and not because of anything we did. Also I couldn't
find a job, and the applications kept getting farther and farther away. I couldn't get a face to face interview, everything was online, so all you
could do was fill them out and wait. I have never had a job interview I did not get, I just needed a chance to look an employer in the eye. It was
becoming more and more hopeless by the day and I could feel the depression coming back, something had to change.
It came in a message on Facebook, my oldest son had attempted suicide.
I was on a bus back to Minnesota the next day.
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