I may have been sidetracked by the Mystical Charms store I just told you about, but I do have that one more pretty darned good story to tell.
Lets start a couple of months ago, when an acquaintance of mine, Gina, made a passing comment to me, “You know I’ve had a lot of tragedy in my family… Someday when I’m ready you can give me a reading…” We all kind of chuckled, because it was just one of those off the cuff things people say. Not that the tragedy part was funny, just that the last thing I/we thought I’d be doing was readings for people. So it was kind of like, “Yeah, right! haha!”
Cut to a few weeks later. I’m driving along when all of a sudden it hit me out of nowhere. I needed to text Gina, now. I immediately pulled out my phone, “Siri, text Gina.”
“What do you want to say to Gina?”
“Gina comma this might sound weird period can we get together and do a reading question mark”
Siri sent the message, and a few seconds later I get “Thanks but I’m not really ready for that just yet. I’ll let you know when I am, though. ”
At this point, I physically felt like I was going to burst. It felt like I had a million things to say but couldn’t. (Just to be clear, I didn’t have anything to say, this was coming from someone else.) So I sent another text. “Well, YOU may not be ready but THEY are.”
Again, Gina replied, “I’m really not ready yet. Talk to you later, bye!”
Ummmmmm, Ok. Hmmm. Now what? I knew I was going to see her the next day, but I didn’t want to come across as the overbearing spirit girl. She had clearly said she wasn’t ready. So that night, I lay down in bed and decided before I went to sleep that I was going to just put the question out there.
“Whoever has a message for Gina, she obviously doesn’t want to hear it. But I’m going to see her tomorrow… What should I do?” Right away, my breathing became faster and my heart rate climbed. A blast of anxiety hit me from nowhere. Right after, I had a sharp pain in my back, just below my shoulder blade. At first I thought it was weird, but mentally dismissed it as… I dunno, an air bubble in my lung? Is that even a thing? But as soon as I processed the air bubble thought, another one flew into my head. This time, It was like my spiritual jaw dropped open and I mentally said, “Did you get STABBED?!?”
After I asked, all the pain and the fast breathing just faded away. A feeling of knowing came over me. I said, “Ok. Let me see what I can do.”
The next morning I saw Gina. We were in a large group of people so it took a while before I could say something to her without looking stalker-esque. But finally I worked up the nerve… “I just want you to know, I know you said you aren’t ready- but if someone has a message for you, it won’t be anything bad.”
“Oh I know,” Gina happily pronounced. “I’m good with all of it right now. No need to fix what isn’t broke.”
“I understand.” And of course I couldn’t help myself, “It’s just that last night as I was going to bed I got this sharp pain in my back and”
Gina cut me off. “Yep, that’s what happened.”
“Did he get stabbed?”
“Yep. That’s what happened. I’ve never told ANYONE how he died. Wow. How did you know that?”
She knew what I was going to say as I nervously laughed, “like I said, he SHOWED me!”
Here’s another interesting tidbit before I keep going- you might be wondering why I started referring to the spirit as “he.” Well, I can’t tell you when exactly, but at some point, I just knew this was her brother. I think I knew that night before when he spirit stabbed me, but when I said it to her the next day, it just came out naturally. It wasn’t even a question for me. We both knew exactly who we were talking about.
Gina then went on to give me some details about her brother. He was stabbed something like 11 times, but the doctor said he was likely gone by the third. Right then I started feeling like, the person who did this was REALLY angry. (now yes, I can step aside and agree that any normal person could deduce that anyone who stabs someone 11 times is off the charts pissed, but this was different. In hindsight, I felt like I had to SAY it.) “Whoever did this was REALLY angry,” I told her. She continued on, explaining that the guy who did it got off by claiming self-defense.
Her brother’s killer wasn’t even in jail.
Her brother was, though, apparently into some bad things, one of which was “keeping” a woman. I didn’t get the full details of what that meant exactly, but as it turns out, the man who killed Gina’s brother was this woman’s son.
(insert wide-eyed emoji here.)
This is where it gets crazy: I hear “I don’t blame him.”
Now, I was NOT expecting to just outright HEAR something from her brother. (I mean, I hadn’t even asked! And my eyes weren’t closed in meditation mode!) I repeated this to her with a stunned look on my face, “He just said he doesn’t blame him,” but I was so taken aback that my eyes filled with tears and I scooted off to the side so I wouldn’t attract any attention. I gave her the come hither hand, and went on, “He says he had every right to be angry, and that he doesn’t blame him for what he did.”
Gina sat in silence for a few seconds and then matter of factly stated, “Well if HE doesn’t blame him, I guess I shouldn’t either.”
“That’s it! That’s the message!” I told her eagerly.
“Wow! Well, that wasn’t so bad. I guess we can get together now and do a reading.”
I chuckled and told her, “Honey, we just DID!”:)