Tonight, we did student demonstrations of mediumship. It was a crazy night, and a rough one for the people working. For this journal entry, I just want to talk about my performance, then I will come back and talk about the whole experience.
I was in the second group of people to do mediumship to the class. Up until this point, things had been very hard for everyone. I was trying to tune in, but was having trouble. Everyone else was making connections and getting information, but that is not how I work. I like to take it as it comes.
I stood up and saw an image of a man in his 20s or 30s. He was tall and very thin. His brown hair was in a wave in the front, not quite as much as Conan O’Brien, but a wave nonetheless. I felt that he was pretty much a nerd. He liked to read. In fact I was seeing walls of shelves with nothing but books that he had read. I had the feeling that he did not get to travel, so his books were his way of getting out and visiting places. I felt that he even enjoyed science fiction and fantasy as they took him to places that he could never go.
Feeling that I had given a good bit, I asked “Does anyone know this nerd?” The answer was silence. Ouch. I went on. I was trying to get more information, and kept losing my link, or as we learned this weekend, not staying in Radio4. When I looked at the image he kept showing me (and it was the only image he was showing me), I took note of the size of the collar on his shirt which I placed in the 1970s or early 1980s.
I looked in the back of the room and saw someone smiling and asked because she was smiling, if this was someone she knew. She said no. But she was enjoying my presentation.
I asked how he passed. I immediately heard “Vulcan Death Grip”. I said that I knew it wasn’t the Vulcan Death Grip. I got the feeling that it was some kind of illness, but it took him fairy quickly once he had gotten it. There was no lingering on for months or years. He was surprised at how quickly he went.
Finally, Lacey said she recognized who it was. It was her adopted grandfather. But what I was describing was not him when he passed, but a picture she had of him when he was in his late 20s or early 30s. Wow, finally. Once this was said and we knew this person was recognized, it was time for the message.
I heard it in my head and I looked right at Lacey and said “Get the hell out of the library.” I told her that life isn’t learned by reading what other people have done, but by experiencing them for one’s self. I told her to go out and experience life.
She seemed satisfied with this. It was later that I finally got to talk with her so she could fill in the details.
Her adopted grandfather was a person that had wanted to travel, but never did get out to do anything. He read everything he could get his hands on. He had tons of books that were given away in his later years.
He suffered from COPD. What happened was that he caught a cold. Because of the other illness, this landed him in the hospital for a couple of weeks before he was released into a convalescent center. Just as he was ready to come home from there, he relapsed and went back into the hospital. Again, he was released into the convalescent center, and again at the time he was ready to go home, he relapsed yet again. This time was the last time. He passed while he was in the hospital.
As to the Vulcan Death Grip, Lacey could understand this. As the fiction goes, the grip has the person doing it putting their hand over the victim’s face in certain positions. Her grandfather had had to have a mask on to help him breathe which covered his face.
Not my best work, but I did hit all the pieces I needed to.