My last child was born in 1971, a Down Syndrome child with a terminal (at that time) mitral heart defect. Trying to make sense of this unexpected event which was traumatic to me (for years I couldn’t mention it publicly without crying), I sought out a psychic reading in an attempt to make it fit into my experience of the world. I just came across something I wrote about the reading, written three years later:
My aura is muddy with fear
the psychic said, three years ago,
as I sat hesitant before him,
searching out dim forces of my destiny.
A two-fold karmic mission
lies in wait for me, he said.
Mine to scale the heights of consciousness
and mine to loosen passive bonds.
Through action shall I free the captive
Soul of eons whose receptive mold has
fashioned the aura which I wear,
passive becoming active, opening up
my third eye and our third world
in a consciousness both higher and raised.
Today is Monday, June 30, 1975 AD.
Three years hence where shall I be?*
The psychic reader was an official minister in his other role, and when my father subsequently died I asked if he would conduct the funeral service and include a “life reading” for him, so I could better understand why my father lived the life he had.
It was clear the psychic/minister was scandalized at the suggestion he bring his psychic activities into the church in a funeral. I wondered how he put it all together in his head, or rather why he didn’t.
I reckon I’m going to have to work on freeing my captive soul the next time round.
(If nothing else works, a psychic reading can be briefly useful).