Last week I took a Psy gym course on mediumship. It was an intense session because obviously death is a heavy thought.
During the practical exercise I found my mind shifting to a more dissociative state, and I found myself repeating "your dead friend". I've lived the type of life where that isn't so specific, but I found myself thinking those types of early 20s raucous bar thoughts. I knew who loved whiskey that much!
"Vero?" I said aloud, trying to feel more grounded in the weird sensation.
And I heard her laugh. I must have somehow forgotten what it sounded like, what a shame. And what a blessing to suddenly remember! God she has the best laugh, loud and infectious.
"Yes you dummy!" She said. She always was a sassy bitch like that 🤣 but it's with love 💕
I said I gave her permission to boop me on the nose or something to prove this was real. I had my hands together and suddenly I felt cold hands holding mine. It was so tactile I was kind of freaked out! But it wasn't frightening because I know she loved me as much as I loved her.
She was one of my best friends for about three years. We worked together and were on the company soccer team together. We went out to the pubs at least once a week usually more. We both had the kind of lives other people can't relate to, and not even plain Jane trauma but just insanity. I remember her telling me how her mom joined a cult and practiced brujeria. So many stories and we laughed and laughed the more traumatic things got.
For me getting into the cups as much as she liked meant I was also getting into the smokes. She would always scream and run away like the smoke would kill her. One day I went into the office and she wasn't there, she was sick. The next week she was dead. She had a terminal lung cancer diagnosis the entire time I knew her, and I never knew. She was 27, just a few years older than I was at the time.
We shared drinks, we shared laughs, we shared our whole life stories. We would even make out with the same dude in the same night who we'll just call Sean Shaughnessy, a beautiful man on our soccer team who really enjoyed trains. There was never a problem, it was all just hilarious because life was a joke and wouldn't we know! She beat me to the punchline. She always did have to come in first.
I asked her why she visited and she said to thank me. I was the silliest best friend she could have ever had during a very hard few years of living with her brother. He wanted her to stop everything to try and live longer. She didn't want to pretend she was dead just to live a little longer, she wanted to feel more alive. Quality over quantity. I feel really lucky that I was able to give that to someone.
And I feel pretty lucky to be in such a quirky little meditation group that was able to provide me with loving closure after so long 💖
#psygym #medium #psychic #death
PS. She hates this picture and couldn't stop laughing at how bad it is 🤣
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