So don’t judge me, but I took a free one hour “class” on mediumship this week. Not Eckhardt Tolles’ series on the transformative nature of hardship or some trauma specialist’s ten-week workshop on healing somatic grief. Nope. A corny little class on mediumship.
I put “class” in quotes because it was really an ad. The presenters offered about ten or 15 minutes of interesting stuff followed by an enthusiastic discussion of their upcoming (and not decidedly NOT free) weekend workshop.
Yeah. Pissed me off. Didn’t surprise me, really.
After listing out all the “claires”: clairvoyance, clairaudience, clairsentience, etc, they discussed the difference between intuition and spirit communication using an elevator analogy: if intuition is on the fourth floor, then spirit-talk resides on the tenth.
But the most interesting point was “the three-second rule.”
The rule says that you should trust what you receive in the first two to three seconds of listening. Much of what comes AFTER those initial seconds, they said, is just the mind getting in the way.
Unfortunately, my initial take away is this: if I’m not hearing from Danny, it’s because I’m doing it wrong. I’m not quiet enough. Skilled enough.
Worthy enough.
I think this even while not really knowing what I actually believe about death and what comes after.
I wrote this yesterday while drinking ice coffee, sitting under the quilt that Tina made for me and listening to the rise and fall of the cicada cries. Finn relaxing nearby. Which is to say, there’s a lot to be grateful for even now.
PS Massive explosions at a nearby demolition sight began not long after I wrote about the quiet. Every blast makes the house shake dramatically, like there’s an earthquake.
