John Edwards the Psychic Medium

Donna got me tickets to see John Edwards the Psychic Medium for my birthday this year.  We had front row seats.  This was not her thing and she went, purely to support me.  I am so appreciative and we had a great time.    Here's how it all went down: 

Pre story:  When I was five, I was selected at sea world to feed Shamu.  I went to the front with my fish and just as Shamu came to eat it out of my hand I panicked and ran away.  John Edwards was a little like that.  Art says it best-I just wanted it too much.  I squeezed my little loved pet-right to death!

John asked people if they had questions. I had heard this is a good way to get a reading so I raised my hand.  He picked 6 people, not me.   After those six, he picked 6 more, again, not me.  The nigh should have been over after that, but then he picked 3 more, and I was the last one picked.  Crazy right!  Many of my questions had already been asked, but I was determined, so I came up with something.  Here it goes.

"I just wanted to know how it works, when I am talking out loud to my mom, is my voice just going into the air, or how does she hear me?  If she isn't with me all the time, what's my percentage."

He laughed at me, then said, "Oh that's so cute."

I was slightly mortified.  but then he said, "I love how you asked that,  You don't actually have to talk out loud.  When you direct your thoughts to them, they can hear you. Imagine Facebook.  You post something online, and although they may not be logged in, and on your profile, they are still tethered to you, and they will see the message just as they log in again.  Time is a little different though, so imagine that when you "speak" to them that they do get it immediately"

Thank you John-and then the reading began-insert deer in headlights

J-"I see Scleroderma, does that relate you?"
M-"Yes, my mom had Scleroderma, but it wasn't her main disease, so I am not sure that she would have picked that one to show you."
J-"Does anyone else have a relationship to Scleroderma?" to audience...silence
M-"It's probably my mom, she had Scleroderma."
J-"I am picking up a name, El something-Elizabeth maybe or Ellen?"
M-"nope, not me, I don't know an Elizabeth or an Ellen."
Lady Behind me, We will call her T for Theif:  "I have an Elizabeth"
J-"Okay, sorry I must be moving over to her.-he then starts talking to her-then interrupts himself and directs back to me-nope I am coming back to you.  What about another vowel name, or here's one, June or something like that, it starts with a J"
M-"Well I have a niece whose middle name is June, but I don't know any other June or J name."
J-Looks at me with total frustration and annoyance.
T- Steals again, I know a June
J-Comes back to me once again-"There's something about jewelry-a ring or some other item that you want, but that you don't have."
M-Deer in headlights, "umm yeah, my mother has jewelry that me and my sisters would like, but don't yet have.
J-frustrated, but being kind.  "Okay, yes, maybe that's it."
M-Still blank
J-Still frustrated, "Okay, Your mom is just making her presence known for you, and I am just supposed to tell you to get the jewelry and then I need to move on."
M-totally deflated

Speaking with Donna afterward-totally frustrated.  I just don't know any of that, it may not be real.  Oh well, at least I know that my mom is still around somehow.

Later that night:  Speaking quietly in my mind-"Mom why didn't you try harder.  I really wanted to hear from you and this was my chance."  Total heart impression, "I did, you didn't listen"

Whap---Got it.

I am not entirely sure what caused my mom's death and I don't want to go into details, however, I have conducted a ton of research into all of her major diseases and her medications, none of them relate or could be cause.  So, I pulled out my computer and researched Scleroderma in relation to her cause of death. Talk about a crazy experience-It could be a cause and most often is.  Maybe that is why she picked that one.  Moving on....El name:  Elessa (yeah I suck!)  another vowel A maybe: Amber, and let us not forget the J: Jean maybe-her mother.  My mom did take the time to acknowledge the important people in her life.  How frustrated she must have been this mom of mine.

So angry at myself and having a conversation with my husband he said, "well what did you really want" and my answer was, "I wanted to know how she died, and I wanted to know she was still there. I guess I was looking for more "stories an touchie feely stuff,"

Art-"Well, hon, to me, it sounds like you did get the most important thing.  You maybe do know why, and obviously she is still around you."

So true, and I am so thankful for this experience.  I tell you what-I believe!