My little Nugget turned 11 last week. He's not so little
anymore but he's still damn cute (coming from a biased Mum, I confess). In fact
I have no idea how Mr Moneymaker and I produced such beautiful specimens as our
children (we’re not bad, but we're no oil paintings).
I turned 11 this morning!
Nugget had a four day celebration - dinner at his favourite
restaurant on his birthday, Friday night he had three mates over to go see Thor
2, more pizza and back for a sleepover (which went until 3.30am!!). Saturday
night he went to see Sydney FC play with his Dad and Sunday morning he got to
go horse riding with his Mum for two hours out at Campbelltown (just as
enjoyable for me as for him – I even remembered how to trot!). Then it was
lunch at Mt Annan Hotel with the family.
I don't know who was more exhausted, us or him. At least Nugget
got to sleep all Saturday afternoon and in every car trip over the weekend.
We're still trying to catch up!
While we were out at Mt Annan, the sister-in-law, mother-in-law
and I sneaked off to visit the Camden Psychic Fair, which was actually a dozen
tables and chairs in the Community Centre with some crystal and reiki stalls
thrown in.
My MIL was keen to go see if her recently departed Mum had any
message for her but unfortunately, she couldn't afford to book the 20 minutes
for herself. So I thought I might wangle one of the mediums to see all
three of us at once and see what turned up. The selected psychic wasn't
up for that as she said that it would be too hard to concentrate on all the
incoming messages. So I ended up sitting with her on my own, as I had paid
the fee. But I promised I would ask after Nan for her.
The session turned out to be quite interesting. I didn't
give anything away (I don't think) but she wanted to tell me that they (the
spirits around her) knew that I had a good marriage and should feel content
there, but she was hearing that I still felt like I hadn't achieved what I
needed to. That I should go and start studying, that I had talked about
it for ages, that it may have something to do with counselling teens, probably
those with drug addiction. Well, I won't say I hadn't considered a
similar career choice in the last few years, but she virtually told me to pull
my finger out and get on with it - the time is now! We’ll see if it fits
in with career plans next year.
She then started to get a cough and gagged
a little as she said an elderly woman was trying to get her attention, that
wasn’t my Mum or Grandmother, who had some trouble breathing or eating before
she passed. The old woman kept saying the name Maria, who seemed to be very
close to her. I said it might be my husband’s Nan, that I wasn’t sure about the
throat problems, but she was cared for by her granddaughter, Marie. She wanted
Marie to know that she was fine now. When I told my MIL this, she let me know
that yes, Nan had a lot of trouble swallowing during the last weeks of her
life. I’m not sure how much this was
speculation on the psychic’s part, but the news made my MIL happy.
Before my time was up, I asked the psychic
if there was anything from my parents.
After she told someone off to her right who was pulling her hair to get
her attention (Mum, is that you?), she was getting a word image of Dancing Man.
Someone who loved dancing, rhythms, rock and roll. She said he was swinging
someone round and twirling them. I guess this was Dad as did love to dance and
he and Mum used to perform Rock n Roll dancing when they were young (and well
into their sixties too). He told her
that I needed to play music and dance more, which I love to do and just don’t
always get the chance to. She made me promise I would at least put music on in
the house at every opportunity.
Her last message from him was very
obtuse. She asked me if his or Mum’s
favourite food was pies and custard tarts. Well, they liked them but I don’t
remember them saying it was the best meal of their lives. After I told my sister about it, she wondered
if it was anything to do with both her daughters having worked in bakeries.
Maybe, but I just hope it was Mum and Dad telling me I need to go down to the
pie shop and pig out.
If I start doing that, I’ll be joining them
in the afterlife sooner than I expected!
I didn’t expect too much, nothing shocking
or enlightening, the experience left me a little satisfied and also a little perplexed. Wouldn’t you think all those circling, dancing, tugging spirits might have some earth
shattering advice or insight? Custard tarts? Someone give me a clue!
