I’m not a big believer is psychics and mediums but this week, I went along to a psychic night with a group of my friends – mainly just for a nosey to see what it was all about.
I had no idea what to expect and beforehand I was about 50% skeptical and 50% terrified that the psychic (who shall remain un-named) would actually pick me out and give me a message from the other side!
It didn’t start well when I was told you weren’t allowed to take your drinks in to the hall where it would be held and the psychic would ‘prefer’ that you didn’t get up to go to the toilet or anything whilst he was doing his thing. His thing was scheduled to last for two hours and I don’t know about anyone else but the minute you tell me I can’t have a wee – I need one!
So, we sat (at the back) in a hall filled with about 200 people and waited.
After a few very unfunny jokes, the psychic bit started. Well, I say the psychic bit but what I actually mean is that he shouted November at us.
November! I’m hearing November. It must be significant to one of you!
To which half of the room raised their hands (oh, did I tell you that you had to raise your hand within ten seconds or he’d move on to the next spirit). He narrowed it down to someone whose mum had died last November and passed on the following message:
Your mum says she’s happy and that you’ve been sad since she died. You haven’t got over it yet.
Was he joking? The woman’s mum died in November. The being sad and not getting over it is probably a given based on the fact it’s only February!
He then moved on to say that there was a man in a wheelchair in the room – someone who had been confined to a wheelchair before they died. The woman a few rows in front gasped really loudly when she heard this so it’s probably not surprising that the man in the wheelchair apparently wheeled himself to a spot quite close to the gasping lady. We then found out that the lady’s husband had died a few years ago but was ill before he died and had to be in a wheelchair for the last few months of his life. What came next confused me a little:
He says to tell you he’s better now, he’s not in any pain now.
I was dying to ask why he was still in his wheelchair then – maybe he just liked it?
Then the man wheeled himself away, almost knocking down a German Shepherd dog in the process. Our psychic was multi-talented and shared with us a number of dead dog stories at this point because not only does he see dead people, he also sees dead dogs!
My favourite one of the night though was when he was receiving messages for a woman from someone who wanted to let her know that there was going to be a new baby in the family – not too hard to predict because the woman sitting next to her handing her tissues looked as though she was about to give birth!
To be fair, there were things he said to a couple of people that were a bit spooky but I think a lot of it was coincidence. To one lady who he was talking to, he kept saying that he was hearing the name Joan. She looked blank so he tried John. Then Joanne and he finally hit the jackpot with Jean who was an old neighbour of the lady’s mum.
And there was the man who had apparently died this year and was trying to communicate with his wife. No one claimed this spirit so the psychic apologised and explained that the spirit world had no concept of time and it must have been last year that he’d died. Still no takers though so he had a quiet moment with the spirit and found out it was several years ago – the voice had been muffled which is why he’s misunderstood. Twice. The woman probably wished she hadn’t put her hand up after she was told that her husband watched her while she sleeps and rubs her leg to help heal it (from what I don’t know but the lady nodded enthusiastically).
It wasn’t all bad though and I can honestly say that there were a lot of people who went away happy and comforted by their messages though so for them, it was definitely worth it. As far as I’m concerned though, I remain unconvinced!
Where do you stand?