Page 15 - The Wave Holistic and Metaphysical Journal Nov Dec 2015

bridge into the Chonee River.
Later that same week, a psychic medium told you she saw him on his knees, begging your forgiveness. Ayanna was twelve when William died. Already three years ago – forever. You went to pieces. You couldn’t remember eating or sleeping for two months.
“Do you want to say something, mom?” Ayanna asks about a prayer for the cat.
The night is so dark you can’t even see your feet. But still a little glint of light finds its way down into the hole – or is the white kitty glowing.
“Look, mom!”
You see it too! A glowing cat shape jumps out of the small black pit, and prances into the bushes by the fence. You shiver. You want to scream. Your daughter hooks her arm in yours. She explains to you
the facts of death. Apparently that is a
sign – glowing cats go to heaven!
Where did sage Ayanna learn this? In one of those crazy graphic novels? Certainly it is not religion. But you saw it, you saw the cat’s spirit. Right? Does anything really die?
Well, William did. Your bed is empty. Back in the house your daughter wants to read you a poem. She wrote it for school. Has she already forgotten the cat?
In the morning you drop her off outside the brick building you attended when you were a kid. Ayanna gives you a quick kiss.
“Have a good day,” she calls, jumping onto the sidewalk. You take a breath and gird yourself for the day. Then Ayanna spins, bends down and looks into the car. “Have the best day,” she says. “Because you are the best mom.”
You mumble a humble thanks. Then watch the girl disappear into the crowd going up the steps. You don’t want her to ever change, to leave you, to die.
Two weeks later you are sitting across from the psychic medium. There was finally a cancelation, and you were squeezed in for a morning appointment. But
your mind is blank. You don’t have a single question. Seeking? No, you’re not seeking anything.
Straight-away the medium describes a man, departed, with stooped shoulders, a lopsided smile and a clutch of flowers. Pansies...absolutely your favorite!
Crying, this time you forgive William. Finally you ask your dear William what death is like for him? Wonderful, he says through the medium. There are schools, rivers, friends, family and unbelievable beauty and challenges. He tells you he is proud of the way you are raising Ayanna. That he always there with you, watching, whispering, supporting.
Summing up, the medium reminds you – life is a school. And death is another school. Enjoy. Experience every morsel...in every direction. The usual healer- practitioner song and dance, you think.
Back at work you arrange lunch for staff. They deserve it. Then in your office, alone, you sob. Why did William ever leave you? You wash your face, and look in the mirror. Abruptly, you think of friendly Mario in your chanting class.
“Grab him!” My god, that sounds like William’s voice. In your head!
You mutter, but punch your cell.
“Ah, yeah...hi!” you say with your best false voice of hope. “Are you going to chanting class tonight?”
It’s arranged. You and friendly Mario are going to meet before class. You decide you are going to have a wonderful time – the best time! Maybe you will “die and go to heaven”, right in the sushi bar.
Jesse Austin is a Psychic Medium and artist. He lives in Northern California and is available for both individual and group readings, in person or by phone. Call 707-474-2508 to schedule an in-person or phone reading, or to reserve a space at an upcoming Mediumship Circle.
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