Glad You Came...

Saturday January 18, 2014

Some days it's a good time to just reflect. You know stop the whirring of the human life engine and think a little. I did that today it started early this morning and my pensive mood continued on the two hour drive home. Always when I drive I talk with my spooks, they are an integral part of my life. Tracey and I can be talking and a spook will interject, or I will get something and I will bring it into the conversation naturally. It's how I live and my life would not be the same without them. They aren't just "over there" so I can drag them out when the need arises, they are part of who I am.

Arty is my mentor, but also a father figure (my mother wasn't that crash hot on picking Daddy's for me!) sometimes when I meditate or I feel him I will let my spiritual self wander off and sit with him. I love the smell of brandy, tweed, his pipe and bay rum. I will just sit and be with him. Can you love a spook? Yes. Can you have a relationship with a spook? Yes. Without Arty I don't (won't) read. He is a spook and I am doing the human thing but he is as important to me as those I love who are doing the human journey with me. He influences my life by being there for me no matter what, giving me advice and like I said sometimes he is my father figure and we just sit. He wrote most of my book, tiaught me most of what I know to be true and is the person I turn to when I want to know about life in his world, our world.

P and I are alike. Enthusiastic, impulsive, high maintenance, passionate about those we love and dismissive of those who bring nothing to the emotional table. As she is the mother of one child and did a lot of the parenting by herself the similarity and familiarity of the hurdles we faced are there. We get each other and she is always there when I am wondering what is cooking with my travelling bilberry only child. As I sit here, he is in the USA P says "He's having a ball darling, but very tired." All is well. She is my mother influence, my bestie spook gal pal. She drives me nuts sometimes but I am sure that is only so she can illustrate how I drive others crazy too! She is my wardrobe mistress, my personal trainer (not very good at it at the moment) and the person that sits with me when I am going crazy about nothing in particular.

Matthew has only been with me a short while. He knew what he was up to from the start and he is living proof of the joiner between spirit and human. He makes me laugh, he annoys me and helps me with readings when he is interested in the client. Usually a single attractive woman! Last night my car crapped out, seriously ..heap of junk! Matt is very mechanically minded so driving home Tracey and I heard this weird noise from the engine and said, "Just get us home Matt"...although it was a mechanical impossibility that we made it (something came loose and then fell off) we made it home. I accept he was primarily looking after his Mum who I work with, but still he did it. I KNOW that. We made the final few feet into the driveway and this morning the old jallopy had nothing. I probably go on too much about Matt because his mum and sister work with me, so naturally he is in and out a lot. Today I realised something, it just hit me like an emotional tidal wave. How much he too has done for ME. Not just his family, but for me too. I was having coffee with La Mola (Diva Princess sister of Matt!) this morning. For some reason today as we were sitting there I was looking at her tattoo that is dedicated to her brother. A line of it says "I'm glad you came" and I realised with as much love as sadness, that I am too. He completed the picture and I had to wait for him for that to happen.

If you accept your spooks into your life and treat them with respect and love they will be there for you. A word, a whisper, a feeling or a fan belt! Last night at a party (Me, Tracey, Arty and P, Matthew left saying "this is not for me!") we got our spook on and most of what came through were validations of who was there and with whom. No earth shattering predictions just a little information  to prove they were indeed present and a short message. People say "Alexandra you were amazing," which I truly appreciate but remember the spooks. I just sat there and had a few drinks and a hoot with a great group of people, my spooks were the ones who had to find the will and the energy to do what they did. They make me who I am. They complete the person I want to be. I want to make them proud of me because I owe them that for their faith in me. So many mediums are wrapped up in "look what I can do" rather than realising no matter how they get the message across, they aren't the Bobby Dazzlers who can do tricks. THEY are the lucky ones.

Arty, P, Matt (and those your brought with you...Tracey, Mole, Chucky, Tay and Doofus)...I'm truly glad you came. Today I feel like I am the luckiest person alive.