January 1, 2014
New Years even is worth a mention although, even if it is not strictly in the year I was going to start my diary! I spent the evening with the Van Loons, always entertaining and so many other adjectives that I just can't use here! One of the things we always talk about of course is Matt (if you don't know who I am talking about http://thedailyspook.blogspot.com.au/2013/08/matthew-lawson.html) Tracey Van Loon's son. He introduced us in fact! It isn't usually heavy maudlin conversation, but the one thing we know is when we hang out together he generally drops in, even if just for a short time. Matthew also likes to photo-bomb! There has been evidence of this on Tracey's Facebook page as well as on mine. He only ever does it when Tracey is there though, it seems to be his rule. He is either a flash of light when there is no flash and no light or a distinct but shadowy figure. I was explaining to Tracey how hard it must be for Matt to photo bomb from spirit. He has to find the energy to manifest himself whether it is as energy (light) or in his previous human form, then he has to hold it until the camera has fired off. The interesting thing is whenever we ask Matthew to photo-bomb, which is really us saying show us you are here for sure, the flash NEVER works on the camera but there is always a light bounce from somewhere! He showed up in the photograph and came back later that night.
I read for Scott on New Years Eve too, surprising that I have spent so long taking the poodle out of him but never really read for him! Probably didn't think I had brave enough spooks to delve into his life! I usually use tarot cards when I read for friends too as they keep me focussed. Reading for friends is not good unless you can really focus on spook because your human emotions can sometimes cloud things when you are personally and emotionally involved. I was looking forward to having some fun with it but my spooks wagged a finger at me, not for the first time either! Someone emailed me recently and told me things about his friend and asked me to repeat it and pretend it was a spiritual message - I had to reply "Sorry Dude even as a joke I can't fake it!"
There is always something in a reading for me, that I do know and tonight was no different when I thought about it later in bed. It was a further demonstration of the "humanness of spook" if that makes sense? The fact that until we are purely evolved we still have human feelings, emotions and impulses. Scott's Mother lead the reading, we went through a few validations and then midway into the reading without my really sensing him before he was almost sitting on my lap a male came through! I knew he wasn't Scott's family as I "feel" connections like that. All this man wanted to say was thank you to Scott for something he (Scott) had done many years ago, for his daughter and for him. I was somehow unable to get it through to Scott (my fault not his) just how profoundly grateful this man in spirit was; in the end all he wanted to say was "Thank you," but the feeling he bought with him when he said it, was overwhelming.
Off I went to bed, a bit sozzled but not fully yahoo. You know that state where it could go either way with one more drink! Kick on or fall over! I got into bed and was drifting off when I saw a woman standing in the corner of my room. I remembered her from earlier as Scott's Mother and all she said was "Thank you."
What I should mention is that amongst the food, the laughter and the booze, we watched the movie 'The Conjuring' . As an aside; the original meaning of the word conjure is actually "to summon a devil or spirit by means of magical powers." My jury head is still out on the actual movie, my sense is the movie doesn't do the Warren's justice. Sometimes sensationalising things that REALLY can and do happen doesn't help...well that's my two cents worth anyway.
Part of the Warren's story was that the all the clocks in the client's house stopped at 3.07am. No big deal until I woke up "IRL" New Year's Day at 3.05am. I looked at my phone as the digits rolled from 3.05am into 3.06am. Without more than a passing thought, I remembered that 3.07am was the time in the movie that the clocks were stopped by the demons. Would you lookee here I had woken at almost that time too! I pressed the button on my phone to dim the display ready to go back to sleep and as it changed to 3.07am I heard a giggle and a "ha ha gotcha!" I tersely and definitely tongue in cheekily bade the smart ass spook 'Thank you!' out loud and with an indignant harrumph I rolled over and went back to sleep until a far more tolerable 8.05am!!
Tracey and I had our first coffee of 2014 together on the veranda, careful not to look each other in the eye or say anything that could spark an argument until we had actually had our caffeine hit! She laughed and said how she dreamed that night that she had to take the stage for me for the Darwin show. We laughed as the night previous we had said exactly that as a joke before going to bed. Matthew just gave his Mum something in her dream-state to confirm it was all coming to fruition and he was there when we were talking. Thank you Matthew!
I woke up on 1st January 2014 and seriously, I had a sort of hangover. Not a train wreck hangover more like 'I got hit by an itsy bitsy train' type hangover. Interesting analogy with the train and all that because after we said goodbye to the Van Loons I decided to go for a wee lie down and listen to some music. Even though I was listening to one of my favourites, "Rrakala" on my laptop, in my head all I could hear was Train and their song "This'll be my year" to the point where I turned the real music off and told the spooks, Thank you...I get it alright! Throughout the day and only spook knows why, if I turned the car radio, my iPod or anything else that played music, the first song was that one! I mean I actually do have it in the car and on my iPod but out of the hundreds of songs on the USB in the car and my iPod AND my laptop collection I refuse to believe that all three booted up with that song by accident! If it's a message spookies, I love you and...thank you!
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