Family & Friends (Saints & Haints, Chapter 24)

 

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In November of 2022, as A and I dream of the future and make plans for a wedding celebration, I also receive messages of warning from some other source...
messages of caution regarding someone with whom I'm interacting.

True story of a psychic medium.

Chapter 24
Family & Friends

On November 2nd, I went for a drive up winding dirt roads in the mountains, with one of the dogs, to enjoy the Fall foliage. Some of my demons tagged along. Freddie rode on the hood of the truck most of the way. I couldn't see him with my eyes, but I sensed his location and got mental glimpses of his positioning on the hood. They seemed to enjoy the drive very much, commenting the entire time on the scenery, and saying that we should do this sort of thing more often.
"Haven't you ever been here?" I asked them. We weren't far from the house, after all. I thought surely they went exploring sometimes. They didn't seem to want to answer that question. They finally brushed it off with,
"We might not have traveled this way in particular; but we'll likely come back sometime."

Before we left out that morning, a message had come to me, as a concept. It was, in my words,
"The other animals weren't with A on Halloween because they'd chosen to be somewhere else. They're divine beings too; they can't be kept on a leash, or contained in a fence. They come and go as they please."
I actually shed a few tears when I got that, because along with it came the idea, or the understanding, that they won't necessarily live with us. Which was fine, I had reasoned, it was right; it just kinda broke Mama's heart.

Before too long, I was wondering,
"Will A even live with me?"
It had darkened my mood. While it might well be the truth, that pets are free to do whatever they want, in a better place; the more I thought about it, it seemed that the only reason anyone would have for telling me that would be to hurt me. It was sort of like how the vision had ended abruptly, without explanation, leaving me with the sickening feeling that something had gone awry. It was as if it had all been designed to make me worry. Although I hated to, I had to ask myself if that Halloween vision had been a trick, and I had to start wondering if it had really been from A. I wanted wholeheartedly to believe it, but something didn't feel right about it. Seeds of doubt had been planted.

My fears were soothed by the fact that I prayed regularly, asking daily for guidance and discernment. I knew that I was being protected --by someone, even if it wasn't A-- because things had never been as bad again as they were in early 2021. "Psycho Jesus" had not been back around; and since then, things had gotten progressively better. Someone was giving me all sorts of tips about understanding the scripture and religion. I seemed to have saintly exorcists on standby. I had recently reported to my medium friends,
"I'm spoiled. Somebody up there LOVES me!"
Not that I took that for granted, but it was truly how I felt. Therefore, with all the friends I had, I reasoned that surely they wouldn't let somebody lie to me, would they? I didn't think so; so I decided that if that had been an untruthful vision, then that imposter would probably not be back.

Several days after that, as I was driving to church, I received a short message, as a vision. As if to confirm that it was from A, I was shown the little cartoon of him; the animagus. The vision was of a heart, sliced open, with maggots wriggling inside it. I interpreted it to mean "heartworms," and my first impulse was to fear that it was a warning about one of my pets. I asked for clarification; but none was given.

If you're wondering how I could have a vision while driving, maybe this illustration will help to explain it. 

This is an artistic approximation, but that's very close to what it was like. The vision was small, and remained in the upper left corner of my mind's eye and field of vision. It looked as if he was a little cartoon hovering right there near my windshield, but, of course, I understood that this was a vision. The vision didn't affect my ability to drive, as I could still see the road clearly. Almost incomprehensibly, I could see both him and the road at the same time. It's no wonder I have headaches.

I'm attempting to describe these experiences in detail, to explain exactly how they occurred, because no other medium since Ezekiel has really done that, and because I believe that many other people have experienced some of these things and simply didn't recognize them for what they are. Well, perhaps not too many have had a cartoon animagus popping up and delivering messages... but, still, some of these experiences, I'm convinced, are quite common.

Therefore, I have another experiment for you. Wherever you are right now, look straight ahead of you and note what you see.
As I write this, I'm sitting on my front porch, so I see trees.

Now think of a memory of someone performing some motion.
For example, I remember playing tug-of-war with Duchess when she was little. I used to let her chew playfully on the sleeve of an old, oversized sweatshirt I wore often. When I think of that, I don't see a still picture of us, I see us in motion. I see her growling like a fierce little wolf, her head moving from side to side, with my sleeve clenched in her teeth. I'm laughing, and trying to gently extract my sleeve from her grasp.
Surely you have a memory like that, one that you can't help seeing in motion when you replay it; maybe you're dancing at the prom, or watching a child's ballgame?

Notice how you can see that memory in your mind, while still, simultaneously, seeing what's in front of you right now.
It was like that, except that it wasn't a memory; it wasn't my video, it was someone else's.


By early November, the song and meme forms of communication had almost completely ceased. I sensed that A was pushing me to use higher forms of communication. I felt that he was communicating a concept to me,
"You're capable, but if I don't stop spoiling you, you'll never try."
So, I started trying to communicate with him telepathically more often.

On November 5th, as I was driving to work, I felt that incoming message energy, and I started getting a concept, not in specific words, that Saint Michael liked the pumpkin.
Then, while I was still feeling that energy, I passed a car, in oncoming traffic, with a decorative front license plate that read "Calamity." I knew that my attention had been drawn to it. The word did have a special meaning to me, because one of my grandfathers, Uncle Frank's father, used to call me "Calamity Jane," when I was only a toddler; as if he'd known, even then, that I would be a wreaker of havoc. I suddenly remembered that he, as well as Uncle Frank, had whittled and made crafts out of wood. It felt like a guided thought, like a connection I was supposed to make. Suddenly I felt certain that they were all, in fact, admiring my pumpkin carving skills. I smiled, thinking that it was sweet of them to tell me that on my way to work, because it definitely brightened my day.

I told my Mom about that incident, because that's her side of the family, and I thought she'd want to know. She seemed to embrace that message wholeheartedly, although she shuts me down when I talk to her about demons. It's a positivity bias; the tendency to favor positive information. I remember Father Ryan mentioning it also. He said, when he came out to my house for the first time, that, in his line of work, he often encounters people who don't even believe in demons; but when he asks them if they believe in angels, they respond, "Of course!"

Later that day, at work, I had a customer who was buying a bag of snake repellent. It was a dry mixture for spreading around one's house or garden. Out of curiosity, I read the ingredients; cedar, cinnamon, and clove.
"Hmmm," I mused, "I never knew those things would keep snakes away." 
I jotted down those ingredients, because I do live out in the woods, and I hate snakes. Later on when I checked Instagram, my attention was drawn to a meme which read,
"Don't let the same snake bite you twice."
"That's weird," I thought to myself.

My Mom went to Cracker Barrel for lunch a few days later, and came home with a "Calamity Jane" soap and lotion set from the gift shop. She'd bought it for me, because of our recent conversation. Due to my severe allergies, the first thing I did was read the list of ingredients. Right away, I noticed clove and cinnamon.
"Hey!" I said to her, "I'll bet this stuff will keep snakes away!"
Then I thought to myself,
"Wait a minute..."


On both November 7th and 8th, while at work, I was tormented by "dumpster diving demons." That's what I call it when they rummage through my memories trying to find anything painful or embarrassing. It was my own group of demons who were doing this; so, according to their own explanation of their behavior, they were under the influence of aristocratic demons at the time. When they go dumpster diving, they will pull up pictures of your worst moments and show them to you, or remind you of anything embarrassing and make fun of it. In this case, they said they were trying to pull up anything that would cause A to reject me.

As I've mentioned, they were doing this while I was working. At the same time, however, I was feeling that sensation that was supposed to be an exorcism, and I was getting the impression that someone was opposing them. Perhaps that will shed a bit more light on why I get so frustrated with other people. I'm dealing with all that on a regular basis, and most people can't even figure out what it means when the self-checkout screen asks them to type in their phone number.

When they pulled up negative memories, I rebuked them, telepathically,
"Busy little demons... tisk, tisk," I chided them, "Little dumpster diving demons..."
Otherwise, I did my best to ignore them. Later, when they'd ceased their attack, and quietened down again, I taunted them,
"Sick little demons... tired little demons..."
Well? They started it.


There is a house that I drive past often, when I go to the park on my lunch break. It's easily the prettiest house in town; an antebellum mansion, with big white columns. I always stare at it, as much as I can while driving. On several occasions, during my lunch breaks, I'd sensed that A was asking me, as a concept, without putting the question into words, if that was the house I wanted in Heaven. I didn't answer him for a while.

Finally, one day I told him,
"I want both, that house and mine, on the same property; because my house is home, but we might need something bigger for our entire family. You can design the inside, since I have no idea what the inside looks like anyway. Oh! And add a second-story balcony with French doors."
I sensed that he must've accepted that answer, because he didn't ask that question again. In the days that followed, I felt that he was asking me about my preferences for our wedding. Again, I took my time answering. I tried to tell him that the details didn't matter to me, because they weren't the important part; but still, I felt him asking.

I finally announced that, if I must choose, then I'd choose Daisy's Chapel as the setting, in the 1800s. Everyone would wear fashions from that era and arrive in horse drawn carriages. As a response, I sensed that he was recommending the style of Jennifer Connelly's character in Labyrinth as my bridal attire. I was fine with that. I told him that he could choose the reception location and theme. He must have accepted that answer as well, because later, as a thought-transference, he told me,
"The night club where my band was playing, on the night we met. That is where, and when, our wedding reception will be."

I tried to remember that night, but my recollection of it was a bit hazy. I remembered that one of his friends, a guy named "Stephen," whom I worked with at the restaurant where I waited tables, had invited me to see A's band play that night. It wasn't a date, and I knew that. It had seemed to be nothing more than a casual invitation. I'd agreed to go, unaware that night would alter the course of the rest of my existence.

After the band finished playing, and everyone was applauding, Stephen had said to me,
"Come on, I'll introduce you."
The band members were standing just offstage, greeting their numerous fans. Stephen led me directly to the incredibly cute lead guitarist and introduced us. As soon as our eyes met, a huge grin emerged on A's face.
"Hey!" he'd said, excitedly, "Nice to meet you! I'm having a gathering at my house after this, and you're coming to it."
Those were the first words he ever said to me. I remembered being surprised that he actually seemed thrilled to meet me; that he was treating me like I was the celebrity.
I had stammered a response of,
"Okay..." and then I'd stepped back and watched him greet other fans, shaking their hands and chatting with them, while most of that time, his eyes had remained on me.

After reliving that memory, I thought to him,
"Why did you take me home with you, the first night you ever met me?"
In response, he sent the message,
"I just knew that I wanted you by my side."


Much later, as we were reviewing this chapter together, during the editing process, he would tell me,
"Please leave that part in the book; because that's the moment I got saved."