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When Skeptics Believe |
For those of you who have not read "The Fire", it gives some background into an actual accounting of the relationship between my father and myself in regards to this psychic stuff I have to deal with in myself. As a bit of a recap in case you don't want to spend the time reading the whole story, my father owned a big auto parts store in the town where I grew up. It burned as per my prediction to him during my senior year in high school.
To set the stage for what happened next, I'll just say that my dad was too old at that point to start over. The insurance on the auto parts store was not enough to rebuild the place, and the structure itself would not pass inspection due to the damage to the firewall. So my dad had to go out and work for someone else after having been gainfully self-employed for many years. I did not understand the pride in ownership of one's own business the way I do now. What I did know was that things changed for us at that point in time.
For the rest of this story, click on "Read More" below.
My dad first went to work for a tire store after his auto parts store burned. He was very good at sales and did that some of the time at the tire store. Unfortunately, he mostly had to move and stack tires. Now for a man of his age and with his kind of arthritis, that was a very hard job. He did not really have the physique to do that kind of physical labor even though he had worked hard all his life. As I am now at the age he was back then, I can understand that the body does not always want to do the same things it did when it was young, even without interferences like arthritis. He ended up getting a hernia moving one stack of tires, and was hospitalized to have surgery. I believe it could have been the first time he had surgery. Sounds like a bad thing, but perhaps not so bad.
As well as I can remember, after he had been through his recovery time, he and my mother invested in a gas station that conveniently came up for sale about that time. It gave him the pride of ownership again, which was a good thing. My mother actually went to work selling Fuller Brush products door to door during that time, which was a new thing for us. Women working in public was not really accepted in my dad's point of view. So I do believe that put more stress on him that his wife had to go forth and work. Times have changed now, haven't they?
I went off to college after high school graduation, met the man I would marry, and more or less left the family circle. I did have a lot of contact with my mother, but not so much with my dad. The gulf between us just stayed there.
I got married a couple of years after going to college, and we settled down into our own little lives. We had not been married that long, because I was still signing his and my name using my last name. I thought it was one big ripoff that I had to change my last name and he got to keep his. I did eventually learn though. LOL
I always have tended to get very antsy...moody and into the fight or flight mode...when an ozone occurance is about to happen. Meaning if something in the paranormal area is coming, my psychic parts start tuning up ahead of time. I went through about 2 days of running back and forth to the place where my new husband was working. In between times, I kept calling to see if he was okay. You see, even though I may have known an event was going to happen, very often I didn't know what it was or who was going to be involved until it happened. So I just assumed it was my husband who was in danger.
Well, this time it wasn't my husband. We got a call from a close family friend in my old home town informing us that my dad was in the hospital. My dad had had a major stroke and was left paralyzed on his right side. He also lost his ability to speak. The medical folks did not think he would live as they could not get him to settle down. He was continuing to build stress in his system even after the stroke. So off we went for what might have been the final visits with him before he moved on "over yonder". That's the place I figure folks go after their body dies.
I remember us deciding the best approach was to try to be cheerful and upbeat when we went into the hospital room. They were just trying to get him stabilized enough to move him to a hospital in a larger town. I do remember walking into that room. Even now, after all the years that have passed, I remember exactly where everything and everyone in that room was positioned. Just to the right of the door as you walked into the room was a little visitors book to sign. I remember signing my husband and myself in with my last name. That brought a bit of a chuckle.
The thing that struck me like that proverbial ton of bricks falling on one's head was that my dad was tied to the bed. They said they had to restrain him because he was so "wild", and they could not get him to rest. Also his thrashing about kept pulling the IV out of his arm. The meds they were giving him were doing nothing. I worked in a psychiatric pavillion when I was going to college, and I'll have to say that the look in his eyes and the chaos in his mnd reeked of the same input I got from new patients who were put in straightjackets or were restrained in a bed. He was wild with terror!
When he saw me walk in the door, he started reaching for me as far as his right hand would reach. Now when I think back on it, that is a bit out of the ordinary in itself. He was right handed, but he was paralyzed on the right side. I always use the palm of my left hand on the palm of another person's right hand I touch physically to set up a psychic connection. How he knew that I don't know. Maybe he didn't know that. Maybe he had some sort of guardian angel or something guiding him.
There was a lot of background between my dad and me, and I have to say that I really did not want to be in physical contact with him. But just as someone was pushing him to reach out, someone was making me reach out. I remember walking over and reaching across him to touch his hand. I went ahead and put my palm next to his. Once I got past the feeling of nothingness that was in that paralyzed side, his thoughts jumped into my mind. I broke contact quickly because I did not want to read anything past what I had to. I may have grown up enough now to have moved beyond the life I grew up in, but I was not ready back then.
I turned to my mother and asked her what papers she needed to fill out and what payment needed to be made immediately. I remember her eyes getting big and the shock that hit. She started gathering up her things and said she had to get home and then to the post office immediately. Apparently, the premium was due on the health and hospitalization insurance, and it had to be postmarked that day, or the insurance company could refuse to pay for this hospital stay and my dad's rehabilitation. That would have financially devastated them.
She turned to kiss my dad goodbye and leave, which caused us all to turn back towards him. We thought he had died right there while we were talking! But no, he had just laid back and gone to sleep. Finally he had managed to let Mother know what needed to be done, and he could let go to rest. The premium was sent and medical needs were covered for him. With lots and lots of work, he did recover enough to live a good rest of his life.
Now you may be thinking that I knew somewhere in the back of my mind that insurance premiums were due every so often. Not true. I lived a life completely out of the loop when it came to bills and such. That was something the man of the house took care of with his wife. Not something children were involved in at all...ever!
Never once did he thank me. Even after that big event in the hospital, each time he learned I had used my "gifts and talents", he returned to the sermon of how I would go to hell for the use of this soothsaying and magic. But you know what? It didn't matter so much any more. He had acknowledged that he saw what was possible. That was something I needed to know.
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