Mind, Body & Spirit Expo: A (psychic) fair to remember
As I wandered the various rooms filled with booths dedicated to astrology, palm reading, Tarot cards, Reiki healing, crystals and Native American medicine readings, I couldn’t help but wonder what might take place during Vesely’s workshop, “Messages from the Other Side,” which I had signed on for. “Yes, it can be overwhelming” she had said, “since everyone who attends brings spirit with them,” adding to the din that normally accompanies a group reading. “If there are 80 people in the room, multiply that by 10,” she said, “since there are often many in the spirit realm who wish to be heard as well.”
I settled into my seat with a packed house and listened as Vesely’s husband Jerry explained what was about to take place. “Tina has the ability to see, hear and feel those around her,” he said, “but has no control over who comes through. If you came here today hoping to contact particular loved ones from the other side, that might occur, but it might not.” While his wife was practicing her pre-reading meditation, Mr. Vesely answered questions from the crowd and gave us a brief history of her career to date.
As a hush fell over the room, Tina entered, appearing unassuming and down to earth, like a neighbor coming over for a cup of coffee with friends. Keenly aware of those around me, I scanned the eager faces of those who had shown up hoping for some sort of message or sign that their loved ones were still around them in some mysterious form. After delivering a few “messages from the other side,” Vesely looked at me and asked if she could approach. Nodding, I took the mike provided and listened to her questions. She said there was a “tall, light-haired man” standing behind me on my left side, who was not, according to the information she was channeling “a father, uncle or brother, but very close to me nonetheless.” She continued by admitting to the room that she normally avoided the use of initials (“since it’s an easy hit”) but was compelled to share that she was being told to say “J.P.”
Struck by that information, I listened intently as she asked very specific questions about my relationship with the departed loved one (whose name was John Paul) and continued to parcel out knowledge of experiences we had shared before his “untimely” death more than 20 years ago. Asking if I was planning a camping trip to California (yes), whether I was working on a book (yes),and if there was a reason he insisted on speaking into my left ear (I’m deaf in the right), it became impossible to chalk these questions up to chance.