CHAPTER 10
THAT YEAR WHERE SUMMER ONLY LASTED ONE WEEK... OF SPRING
After their therapy was over, I was telling everyone that would hear me that “j’étais aux anges!” (French expression meaning I’m so happy but loosely translated means I’m with the angels, on cloud nine).
Finally, in peace with myself, I felt in full harmony with nature. Every sunny day (that year it meant a couple of time but hey!), I would go out and take photos (with my pink you-know-what) of my magnificent magnolia who brought me daily joy…
Email to my friends:
Good morning everyone,
I recently found a new passion: flower photography!
You would say, I have the garden for it… and you would be right!
“Merci” my Lord, and also thank you to my gardening guru (i.e. My hubby!) who took the time in his very busy schedule to plant all of them...
I wish myself good health this summer to continue and keep doing it all summer long…
I remember crying after sending that email.
Don’t ask me why, I had no reason, my pain was manageable, even though my therapy was over, I still had to regain my gift for writing through the angels…
(I however knew somehow, that something was bound to happen soon, very soon!).
I might have pushed my luck with the archangels and the good Lord, but yet, I had invited my good friend Marie-France on the day of her birthday…
I was really low on cash that week as we had just celebrated my lover’s 50th and we also spend a bit on refreshing the upstairs bathroom to today’s colour scheme. Despite that, I still wanted her birthday celebration to be memorable.
So, I decided to move Gabriel’s and Michaël’s alter out of the dark basement to upstairs. I also “borrowed” all the religious items from my son’s massively untidied bedroom (to put it mildly...).
I added my brand-new ivory coloured tablecloth and several candles.
Then I began to gather my thoughts.
Then, I felt that there was going to be a man involved in her life. So, I called my friend and told her to bring her granddad’s ring.
I was febrile.
I had planned everything, and yet, I didn’t know if my gift was going to be “available” for her reading (thinking back on that moment today, I realise it is not only with doctors that I am stubborn but with the spirits…
Sorry angels!
I was going to look like a raving lunatic if they weren’t going to be at the “rendezvous…”.
Doh! I just remembered, didn’t get a gift in case I stuffed up! Well I did have a nice dinner slowly cooking in the oven for her but still… Yet, she didn’t know I wasn’t fully healed...
So, like my mentor, I started with a little game...
I can’t remember how old I was just that I was just a girl the first time I met with a clairvoyant. She came to read my mom’s future in her cards but I know I was impressed with the whole process. So, I started with a similar approach in order to “break the ice”.
Note from the author:
Today is Sunday morning.
I am now sitting at the table and not in my bed as usual, thanks to my son’s Friday treatment of my thoracic cage, I have no more pain and therefore can finally escape from my horizontal cage for the first time in ages.
Then, I proceeded with her card reading. I can’t remember what I said then. I usually don’t. It’s like they take over and I only become aware of what was said afterwards.
Then I took my brand-new writing pad and pen (it’s got to be lucky, right?).
I slowly put pen to paper and wait for them to take over. Nothing. Absolutely nothing! Like it has been for the past few months. I felt so ashamed! Yet, I am sure I did everything Vladimir instructed me to do!
Then my son appeared. He was curious to find where all his “borrowed” treasured went. He sat near us and observed. Then, he said: “mom, drink the water!”. Of course! I just remembered that he said to surround myself with water so I had filled several wine glasses around the new altar.
Then, I tried again. Still nothing. I felt so bad for Marie-France. She must be so disappointed...
Then, my young man softly said:
“they ask you to acknowledge them,
say hi to them!...
Of course! I remember now that, every time I spoke to them in the past, I always said “bonjour” at the start of every session and then, they started to write. Well, right after I said it, as if by magic, I started communicating with Maurice who told her that Annette was with her too.