First Person Plural_Lessons for a Medium in Training_Read Aloud_Song of the Forest
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First Person Plural
I saw it happening in real time. Happening to me, right before my eyes, and there was nothing I could do about it. It was like a dream I often have, where I’m being chased by something or someone, probably myself, but can’t get away. It’s not that I get caught, but I get bored and just give up. Sit on the curb, and wait. Nothing happens, no noise, no lightning, no visions, or ascensions, nothing. This is different. It feels different, because I’m awake no doubt, or at least I think I am, but then I’ve been known to nod off in the middle of a sentence. I could see the wall of frozen water, a...
Lessons for a Medium in Training
Just because someone is dead doesn’t mean that they know anything. I know, I know. This is not a sentiment you expect to hear from a medium, but it’s absolutely true. And if you want to be a working medium, you need to understand this. Repeat after me- the newly dead aren’t any smarter than they were when they were alive. Wisdom doesn’t come the moment your heart stops. It takes time and guidance. The problem is most of our clients want to talk to their loved ones soon after the death, when their grief is still fresh. They want to say the things they didn’t get to say when the person was alive...
Read Aloud
Read AloudBy Gavin Matthew“Try reading that one aloud.” said the odd librarian as he slid a book across his mahogany desk. He smiled at her as she looked over the title, his brown eyes gazing from behind tinted circular glasses. Mira didn’t like the feeling of not knowing. The tall slender man before her had been operating on a level of omniscience since the very minute she had arrived. Odd was too simple a word to describe her whole predicament. Only a few hours ago Mira was on Vine St. protesting the beating of a local mother who had been a member of the Panthers, just like Mira. One thing l...
Song of the Forest
According to the lore, Humans cannot experience the music of the forest.At least, that’s what I’ve always been told. They are a species of just five senses, and even those have limitations; colors appear muted, sounds fall flat. Apparently, their hearing abilities are so atrophied they can only discern one distinct voice in a bird’s song, completely missing the three-part harmony of its chirped tune. It is clear thewww.onedoor.ccy lack the sense of perception; I’ve seen it. I have watched the humans interact with almost no acknowledgement of one another’s feelings, as if they are entirely blind to the syrup...