I decided to take a road trip so I headed to Casadega, Florida. That city is supposed to be the “capital of the mediums.”
I booked a room in the only hotel in the city. When I arrived to check in, the lady at the desk said “now this is a haunted hotel so you need to keep care of your glasses and room keys.” I don’t wear glasses so I kept the key in my wallet, in my purse. Those little tricksters didn’t find them.
It was a nice little room. The sink was in the bedroom and there was no television or coffee pot or little refrigerator but I really didn’t care.
There was a cute little gift shop so I wandered in to see what they had. There were pendulums out the wazoo, some incense and some voodoo looking things. There was also some nice, expensive jewelry. I sprang for a new pendulum, since Pearl seems to have died or something.
The next step was to go visit one of the “renowned” mediums. There was a list in the local book store, with times when they offered appointments. I found myself giggling but called one of them. He said he could see me later that afternoon.
I walked around and sat around until it was time for my visit. He lived in a run-down shack looking house (as did they all, it seemed.) I went in and he had me fill out a card with my name and email address, which I didn’t really want to do. I was thinking I would be getting a bunch of junk mail from him and all the other psychics in the state. (I don’t think I’m going to have to worry about that.)
After he held my hand for a few minutes and said his prayer, he asked me when my birthday was. I said “you’re the medium. You tell me.” I don’t think he much appreciated my implications that he was a mind reader.
He asked me if I was always losing things around the house. I said “no. There is a place for everything and everything is usually in its place.” He explained that a little girl was taking things and hiding them from me. I re-emphasized that I didn’t lose things.
He then told me that the females would “come through” on my left side and the males would come through on my right side.
Now. Here comes the good stuff. He looked at me with such soulful eyes and said “I sense that your mother is with your grandmother.” I said “I’m not surprised.” He said “your mother is sending you great love.” At that point, I said “nope. Not MY mama.”
He said “has she passed?” I said “yep.” He asked me how she died. I didn’t say anything so he made a circular motion around his chest. I said “nope.” So then, he circled his abdomen. Again, I said “nope.”
I guess by then he figured he should just go ahead and ask me how she died. I told him she died of a brain bleed. He quickly came to his own defense and said “well, that can affect the heart.” I said “nah….usually when you have a brain bleed, it affects your brain and most peoples’ brains are in their head.” (I know there’s always that pesky little exception but I don’t think mama was one.)
He said “you’ve been married two or three times.” I said “nope.” He said “but you’re divorced.” I said “yep.” He said “I see a connection from your ex to you but I don’t see a connection from you to your ex.” (That was the first thing he said that was maybe true.) He said Loser was in pain and it was in his lower back. (Like I cared. He’s probably trying to do something he can’t do anymore and it’s killing his back.)
Later, I realized that he was guessing that I had been married three times because I wear three gold bands on my left thumb. (If anybody asks about them, I simply say “they belonged to unfaithful husbands who are no longer alive.”)
He asked me if I had any children and their ages. He said “you have Indigo children. They’re all college educated and highly successful.” I said “nope. You missed the mark on that one.”
Well, he was batting zero when it came to my children and my mamas’ love so he decided to talk about my daddy. He said “I sense that your daddy was your greatest protector.” I said “nope, wrong again.” He was clearly bewildered by now and said he sensed that my grandparents weren’t really there for me. I said “boy, you must have taken LEAVE of your senses.”
He was clearly pissed and asked me if I believed in a higher power. I said “I absolutely do.”
He looked at me with an almost anger and said “I cannot break through your shell.” (Typical….it had to be MY fault.)
I was so hoping that either my grandparents or my little brother would “come through.” I wanted my grandparents to tell me they were looking after me. I wanted my little brother to tell me that he forgave me for killing him. I guess they aren’t and he doesn’t.
So much for mediums.
I went back to the hotel and sat on the front porch…just thinking about what the guy had said, when I saw this woman walking around…or kind of just flitting around. I had seen her everywhere. She was a jovial type and came and sat down near me. It looked like somebody had taken a rather large hole-punch to her front teeth. They were clearly rotted and each front tooth looked like a crescent moon.
I had heard about the “devils’ chair” and I asked her if she knew where it was. She gave me directions so I decided to go take a peek.
I love looking at old cemeteries. I find myself mourning for the people there, especially the young ones. There was a grave that was enclosed with a tiny wire fence. There was a simple upright rock but it didn’t have anything etched on it. On the grave was a little yellow plastic bus with people in it, a superhero figurine and a few random toys. I looked at it for a while and wondered who was there. It breaks my heart to see little ones who never had a chance to live or love or experience anything but then again, they may not have been able to handle what lay ahead of them so they just decided to leave.
I finally found the chair and it was a stone chair that was built into the wall that surrounded the grave site. Rumor has it that if you leave a beer on the chair, the next morning the can will be empty but not opened. I didn’t have any spare beers on me so I didn’t leave one. Another rumor is that if you sit in the chair you will be dead within the year. I took a picture of it and I’m not sure I should have but the real story is that a man had it made so that he could have somewhere to sit when he visited his dead wife. That kind of love….I don’t understand.
I went back to the hotel and saw the “flitty” woman again. I was surprised to find that she was the “resident” Tarot card reader. I thought “okay. I’m game. Let’s give it a shot.”
As Julia Roberts said to the snotty sales women in Pretty Woman……”big mistake….big….huge”.