She started my reading by telling me that I was born with the psychic abilities of clairvoyance - the gift of seeing visions, images, or pictures - and also of clairaudience, the gift of hearing spirits. I had never thought about where people got their psychic abilities, and I was surprised there was actually a college where people could develop that sort of thing. She had a diploma on the wall from a college in Indiana, and her degree was in mediumship. A spirit guide that played the drums? We were all gifted? What did gifted mean? I asked Mom to make an appointment so that we could find out what it all meant, and a week later I was sitting in Eve Olson’s reading room, about to have another life-changing experience.Įve Olson was a very sweet woman in her fifties who had moved to St. This information didn’t give any of us much peace of mind. She also told Mom that Mom and her four children were all psychically gifted and that she wanted to see us soon for readings. She said that when the guide was living on earth he was a drummer, among many other things, and that he was going to be a teacher for my brother. She explained that the white figure was my brother’s spirit guide who was trying to make himself known. Without hesitation the medium told Mom she had been expecting her phone call. She called the woman, hoping she could shed some light on what had happened, but she gave Mom the medium’s phone number instead. ![]() Mom belonged to a prayer group, and a woman in her group had been to a medium. We knew my brother would never make up such a story, and we’d just heard the music, so what did it all mean? Why was this happening to my brother? Would the white figure appear to the rest of us? We sat there not knowing what to say, yet we were filled with questions. Nothing in our Presbyterian training had prepared us for what just occurred. We’d never given much thought to ghosts, spirit guides, or guardian angels other than being taught at an early age that we all have an angel that watches over us. We knew nothing about the occult, as it was called back then. Then the spirit - or whatever it was - let go of his hands and floated across the room and out the door! My brother was so frightened that he had difficulty talking, but he managed to say that even though his eyes were closed the whole time, he could easily see the figure. This figure rested his hands on top of my brother’s and began to play the beautiful music we just heard. Then the music stopped and my very frightened brother ran up the stairs, hysterically trying to explain what just happened: He was sitting at his drum set with his eyes closed practicing a piece, when a white figure floated through the door and over to him. ![]() But Dad said it must be the Sandy Nelson record he had bought my brother, although we could tell that Dad wasn’t convinced, either. ![]() We all looked at Dad, thinking he could somehow explain. Then suddenly the clanking noise stopped and beautiful music came from the den. My brother played his amateurish best for about five minutes. My parents, my sister, my other brother, and I had just finished dinner and were still sitting around the table. It all started one night in the fall of 1965 when one of my brothers, who was in the beginning stages of learning to play the drums, went down to the den to practice. Nothing in my mainstream midwestern upbringing, except maybe the voice I heard throughout my childhood, indicated that I or the other members of my family had paranormal abilities. Iwas seventeen years old when I discovered that I was born with psychic abilities and the gift of healing, and it took me completely by surprise.
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