Spirits

Unfortunately, I’m still feeling pretty pitiful so I don’t mean the liquid kind.  The unfortunate part is that I actually look pretty pitiful (according to the restroom mirror I just looked in), too.  I’m determined to fight off this cold, however.  Too bad it looks like it’s going to give me a run for my money.

I did want to share a very interesting (weird, odd) thing that happened yesterday.  I told you all that my mom went for a massage yesterday afternoon.  What I didn’t tell you about was that her massage therapist believes she can see and talk to dead people.

We discovered this a couple of years ago when my mom’s friend gave her a gift certificate for a free massage.  Of course, there was just one thing she had to explain before my mom went to see her and that was the little detail mentioned above. 

Now I’ll go ahead and mention that I’m a skeptic.  I believe in the possibility of ghosts and in the possibility of there being people that can see and communicate with them.  I do believe in God and an afterlife, but knowing the analytical mind that I have, I do have questions.  But in this situation, I’ve seen too many movies (for some reason, “Leap of Faith” comes to mind), watched too many shows, and read too many books to be anything but skeptical of this woman’s claims.  In fact, every time that my mom has gone to see her, I’ve done my best to poke holes in her stories, and have tried to figure out ways that she could have learned what she told my mom.  I, of course, grill my mom about everything she has told this woman to see if she could have hinted at the info herself.  However, there have been a few times in which even I was surprised.

Yesterday was one of those days.

The first thing she asked my mom (before my mom had said anything other than “hi”), was if she had gone walking with me yesterday morning and did she stop to sit on a bench and talk to my brother.  Um….there’s absolutely no way that she could have known that.  She told us that my brother had been walking along with us and was glad when my mom decided to sit down and rest because we wore him out.    She said he sat down with my mom and heard everything she said.

First, not only had we not talked to anyone at all after our walk, but the massage therapist had been at a funeral all that morning (supposedly).

She said that he was really proud of us.  But then, she asked if my mom knew a Jim.  When my mom replied that that was my dad’s name, the woman said that my brother is worried about him.  Most of our conversation over the walk that morning had been about my dad and how worried we were about him.

She told my mom that something is just not right with his current medications and dosages.  We had discussed that morning that he seems to be different (unhappy/bored) since they increased one of his meds.

She said, “he has an appointment soon, doesn’t he?”  It’s this coming Monday.  I didn’t even know this until my mom told me about what the therapist said.

She said there’s a new drug coming out soon that is going to help him.  My mom told me that the last time he had been in to see his neurologist, the doctor told him about a new drug coming out (this month, I think) that he might try him on at his next visit.

Cue Twilight Zone music.  So unless this woman has our personal bodies bugged somehow, has a line into my dad’s doctor’s office, and/or can make herself invisible to spy on us, there’s something spooky going on.

There’ve been several other interesting things that she’s revealed over the years that defy any logical interpretation.  Remember  I told you yesterday that the only release I would allow myself after my brother died was when I was alone late at night, and I would allow myself to cry only then?  After one of my mom’s first appointments, she came up to me and asked me if I ever cried at night.  This woman had told her that my brother wanted “Pam to know that he sat with her when she cried at night by herself.”

Now the message I need to be most concerned about is that she mentioned that she sees me having a child in 2-3 years.  Hmmmmm.

Craziness, I tell you!