Happy Monday everyone!
Last week, I promised either to tell you a story about some of my experiences or to report on psychics and intuitives. Since I had a crazy week, I’m giving you one of my personal stories.
PLEASE NOTE: Names of people and places have been changed to protect the innocent. Something like that.
“I want you to meet somebody,” Winnie said, pulling me through a crowd of people. She was the leader to Free the People, a group who fought to keep the American Constitution in tact.
“Okay.” I let her weave us through the now applauding crowd. A speaker rambled on in the background about a bill regarding communication and satellites.
My eyes went straight to the back of a tall woman dressed in a white t-shirt and jeans. A tingling sensation ran through me.
Winnie tapped the woman on her shoulder. “Betty?”
The woman’s curtain of red long hair brushed over her shoulder, dropped mid-back, and hung in a perfect line across her white t-shirt. Wide brown eyes peered down at the older woman. “Winnie.” The woman spun to face her and immediately took Winnie’s frail hands into hers.
“This is Shelly Arkon,” Winnie said.
I smiled and nodded, warring with the sensations searing through me. Something was off about this woman.
The red-head let go of Winnie’s hands and extended her right one out to me. “Glad to meet you.”
I let her clammy hand slide into mine.”Likewise.” The tingling sensation had turned into a burning one. The hairs on the back of my neck stood, and my arms broke out into goose pimples.
Winnie’s face brightened. “I want the two of you to head.a special project of mine. The two of you would be perfect for it since I’m getting to old to handle such things.”
“Don’t trust her,” a voice said, loud and clear from some where in my head. The Voice was something I had encountered many times over through the years and wasn’t sure if it wasn’t paranoia.
Unfortunately, I didn’t listen to The Voice. A few years later that same Voice prompted me to do a criminal search on this woman and her hubby. Both had been arrested for child abuse and had lost custody of their children. She suffered from Manchausen Syndrome with Multi-personality Disorder, and her hubby had a record for domestic violence and child molestation.
A whole year after I broke ties with the woman, she stalked me.
In my younger years, I battled with The Voice that would occasionally feed me bits of information for my own good. After years of ignoring it, I now except whatever it has to tell me. So I have more stories to tell.
Anyone ever have a similar experience?
Here’s a diddy from Yellow Prada’s:
“Nurses aren’t mean.”
“I know, silly. I mean the other one dressed in yellow.” Sally plopped beside me and handed me her book. “And why are you green?”
“You see green on me, too?” I stared at my hands willing them to show me what the ghosts in my life were seeing.
“Yeah. You look like a slimy green booger.”
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Hugs and chocolate,