Color Me Annoyed ;-)

I have just gone ’round with Kirkus over a review I had hoped would give me a positive result. The reviewer – much to my chagrin – called me a psychic. In the very first line. (20 plus years in broadcasting? No mention.)

That P term was not allowed near the book and I have avoided it in every which way because I don’t want the responsibility or the drama that I have seen psychics endure…and sometimes the drama they create. I am a broadcaster and I have worked hard to become a conscious channel. Like that removes any woo woo stigma…. What ever. (…a bit poofed up here….)

My intuitive abilities improved with that increased effort on channeling but, as far as I am concerned, none of that puts me in the psychic category… (pfft!)

However, experiences I have had, and some I detail in the book….kinda, sorta, well…make me look like a psychic. (awww maan… )

So here I am; annoyed, perplexed, mildly amused, still kicking and screaming, and hemming and hawing, when a door-to-door salesman stops by…. so nervous I couldn’t makes heads or tails of the words that came cart wheeling out of his mouth. I focused and looked at him again. I can’t say what, but – there was something that made me insist he collect himself to tell me his story.

He gave me the schpiel…and I listened. He was hot, tired, and very nervous…frustrated but sincere. Then – I had the image of a little girl… I asked if he had a niece because I went with what he told me when he said the job had enlisted single people who could travel. He stopped; thought for a moment, and I said, “Does the name start with a B?” – Yes. I had the exact name. Then I had information about his companion and the relationship that sent them here. Blew him — and me, away. He needed a sign they were headed on the right path, for reasons I won’t go into. I was it.

Maybe I just have to shut up about it and allow myself to get better….I do this stuff a lot. I call it Intuiting.  Apparently, I need to focus less on what the label might bring and continue letting the word come through when it is needed. Seems to be the message I have been getting on several fronts. (Sometimes you have to be someone else’s angel.) And so it goes. 

Visibly shaken, in a nice way, the information rang true. The young man left with a glow and a kick in his step, said he couldn’t wait to share what he had been told. Much of what I had said was for that other person. The child’s name was the key to let me in the door so he could receive and deliver the message to the one who needed it most. (He is being an angel for someone else.) God speaks to those who listen through those who will let the word in. He made a sale. And we all won.

Here I am; trusting my information, repeating what I hear and passing it on, showing him someone still believes in him, and reminding him to believe in himself. And all the while, he was teaching me to keep believing in me. Still learning. There are so many levels at play here. Now that’s a whole different kind of kick.   (I had asked for a sign. He made a house call. He’s gooood.)