This weekend I was told something. I had something confirmed. It’s something that means a hell of a lot to me. It’s the recognition from someone else. It made me feel special, accepted and I was well and truly on the path that I’ve thought about since I was about 15 or 16. So that’s about 20 years.
I’ll get back to that in a little while but first I want to talk about the last week. So I think in my last post I talked about the spiritualist church service, the message and the blue marble. Well that was a great message and a brilliant night.
Wednesday came with a trip to the GP’s to talk about medication. We were having problems with the amounts of some pills. So because we didn’t get lots of them we had to order more prescriptions and because of the time it takes to order and receive them it looked like it was too close so the prescription wasn’t done by the doctors. Well something like that anyway. I also asked them about what looks like a bruise under the nail on my foot. With that I was told to keep an eye on it but it’s nothing really to worry about. Of course that means that my brain will take it that I’ve got gangrene and my toe will fall off or something stupid like that. But my dad had to take over with the medication stuff S I just got really confused and don’t really know why I was there. Oh the joys of my messed up brain.
Thursday came and then one of my monthly trips to get bled. Lol. Not quite that serious, it was one of the monthly blood tests. So went and had that done. I’ve e still got the bloody bruise. We saw the MS nurse too but we weren’t sure if we were going to see them or not. Nowt really to talk about from that. When I was there I needed the loo. I was in my chair so went to an accessible toilet. Let’s just say it wasn’t accessible. Then it was time to go home. I was outside the front door of the hospital waiting for my mum to get the car. I saw something else that wound me up. Someone was on their mobile phone while driving. It’s one thing that really really really does annoy me. It was outside the main entrance to a hospital, it’s used by kids, old people, disabled people and anyone else in between. You could have killed someone you muppet. Anyway when I got home let’s just say I turned into a bit of a keyboard warrior. An email to the hospital about the not very accessible toilet and one to the company the driver belonged to. He was in a van with clear company information so I used it. I haven’t heard anything back from either the company or the hospital but hey I suppose that’s what you get from complaining.
Friday I was at knitting again nowt to report.
Saturday went out with mum, dad and Harvey to the fire station. They were having an open day.they were doing all sorts of thing. It was hot, sunny, loud and busy. I had to move away from the groups of people, move into the shade to try and cool down and get my ear plugs out. Kids were beeping horns and setting sirens off. They send me loopy, scare me, make me panic and set of my anxiety. You know that bitch that seem to be constantly sitting on my shoulder recently.
This is the bit I was getting back to from earlier. Saturday night came round. I went to an extremely busy service at the spiritualist church. There was only two of us there. So really busy night lol. Tracy was the medium. Yes she knows me but the stuff she came out with was amazing. It wasn’t anything we’ve discussed before. So it became a private reading night. The other lady had a reading first. During this time I decided to send some healing to all of the people named in the healing book. I held the book and sent out the healing energies. I quickly realised that some of the people named in the book are no longer on this side of life but the healing still went out to where it was needed. I know it even went to a couple of them to help the journeys they are taking.
When things wrapped up Tracy gave me a lift home. On the trip we talked about a few different things other people and when to start calling yourself a medium. During this she said that she had absolutely no issues with me calling myself a medium and she said I was a medium. Just being told that mean so much to me. The reason this came up was because we were talking about when it’s right to call yourself a medium, giving messages to people after a service when you aren’t the medium and feeling uncomfortable using the term for the sake of it.
But yeah she said it was ok for me to call myself a medium. In away it’s just confirmation from an outside source and telling me to accept myself and the work it brings. So I’m pretty buzzing about that. It may seem silly to you but it means so much to me and more than some people will ever realise.
Knitting and crochet wise or yarn craft as I’ve decided to start calling it has been interesting recently. I made a blueberry the other day
Thats was a fun little thing but other than that I’ve just been working on a tablecloth for the healing book stand. It’s becoming a bit of an epic task but it’s coming along nicely and will he done before I know it.
Love and Light everyone.