You know when you really get your hopes up and can’t wait to
do something, and then it falls short? That’s the deal with Cal’s and my
reading with Vicki on July 3rd. I do want to say, though, I’m glad
we went, it had some value, and we enjoyed our time together. So, if I sound
negative, that was not my overall feeling.
Why were my hopes so high? Previous experience with
psychics/mediums has been good or great. This woman was highly recommended by a
friend of Adam’s where he came through crystal clear for her. And the setting
was Gibson City, the town where Cal did his student teaching the fall after
Adam’s death. His supervising teacher, Robbie, lost his brother, Adam, to
suicide that Labor Day weekend. That’s too many coincidences to not have
meaning. We were going to lunch with Robbie after our visit with Vicki so that
was just a great topper to the day. I feel I went with a really open mind and
heart.
Adam’s friend T. had told me about the gestures that Vicki
channeled (she called it something else, mimicking maybe- she would say “he’s
doing this” and then copy it). Vicki started our session with clutching her
heart, the same thing she did for T. This was my dad who passed in 2020. Most
of the session was spent there, I cynically believe because she thought that’s
why we came. She asked if our maintenance lights were coming on (no), and said
he had travelled with us to Gibson City that morning. She asked if we were
discussing a big decision for Cal. We said no, but in retrospect it could have
been that we talked about Cal getting his Master’s degree at some point in the
future. She indicated my dad would weigh in on this, and he definitely would
encourage that for Cal.
She described my dad as having “spunk,” not a word I would
associate with him. She gestured him snapping his suspenders (a hard no, though
he did wear red suspenders when dressing up). She said he was appearing about
45 years old in the prime of life and had a full head of hair, like he had lost
it in his old age. Okay, this was the same scenario she told T. about her dad, minus
the hair, but my dad never lost his hair. Cal and I just looked at each other
like, “What??” She said he blew us a kiss (this came up for T., too) which my
dad would never do. When we looked appalled she goes, “Yeah, it’s awkward for
him, but he did it.” She said something about him eating a cheeseburger (not
something he loved or ever really ate), and a dog. Absolutely not. My dad never
had a dog, never ate a dog, and in fact hated dogs.
Next, she went on this whole thing about his mother, as if
this was some special grandma to me. She said I had or would be getting
something special from her.* I said probably not. She asked if I could smell
her special cooking. This grandma was not a good cook, and I don’t remember
anything special about her cooking except she made fudge out of mashed potatoes
once.
Some things that rang true for my dad, although for most 88
year old grandfathers, yes? He was so proud of Cal and his sports (Cal was
wearing sports gear), he was afraid of getting Alzheimer’s, Cal is better in
sports than he was, Grandma shuffles her feet and he worries about her falling,
and did I have something special in his writing? Yes, a visible tattoo. We
talked about the cardinal being my dad’s sign from the other side. She said
spirits don’t enter the animal but can control what they do. I told her about
the cardinal in the road on Betsy’s and my way to the lake. She said he’s not
very good at it yet, and he’s glad we didn’t hit it.
More spot off comments: he gestured with Popeye arms, that
he would leave money in books, watch for a tree limb over the house. These were
also things she told T. or pretty darn close. She said he dressed really nice
and had lots of shoes. Not my dad at all.
Cal enjoyed a tangent Vicki went on about Cal and Gramps
having a past life together, brothers perhaps. She felt like Cal was a Prince. She
was seeing a Norse guide or something in Scandinavia. She said Dad would throw
us coins. She did say Dad and Cal had a special relationship and that made him
feel good. She said Gramps kept holding up two fingers together. I’ve never
seen my dad do that.
Finally, after a long time she goes, “Is there anyone else
you want to hear from?” after telling us in the beginning the room was full of
people. We explained about our son/brother’s death by suicide. She kept seeing
an Rx bottle, same as T. I endorsed that there were drugs in his system but he
died by shooting himself. She said some things that I believe would be true for
anyone who died by suicide, and things she thought would make us feel better. She
said he called for help, but his friends blew it off. She called his friends
“not stellar people” and that they gave him the “cocktail” that altered his
mind and caused him to have crazy thoughts and kill himself. I have to say I
was a little disturbed by this. I have come to know many of Adam’s college
friends after his death and believe they are great, caring people. I don’t
think any of them would try to hurt him, and I believe he made his own
decisions about what to put into his body.
Vicki talked about Adam having a list of things to be
accountable for. He never felt worthy. She said he was helping other spirits
like him to redeem himself. This was mentioned by another psychic, and I
couldn’t help but think of his friend Devin who died by overdose last year. She
said he used to blame others and thought he was a disappointment. She said my
dad was relieved Adam was there when he transitioned. She said Adam was a good
kid who kept people at bay. He’s sorry about killing himself; it’s not what he
wanted. It wasn’t planned but a chemical reaction caused by the drugs he took.
She said he was soaring high, and if we see a shooting star, that’s him.
We probably shouldn’t have, but we tested her on a couple of
things, and she had no clue. I’d have rather her say, “that’s not coming
through” or “that’s not how this works” than to make a wrong guess, which she
did. I guess that would have seemed more genuine.
Things she said to look for: something touching Cal’s hair, seeing
something in Cal’s peripheral vision, Grandpa wanting Cal to get new shoes. She
said he would touch my forehead while I’m sleeping (told T. a similar thing). The
next day Cal reported a few happenings: he felt something in his hair (a bug),
he did see movement in his peripheral vision that he never noticed before, and
his friend David asked his shoe size and said he had a pair that size for Cal.
I also found coins on the grass at our campsite as the family was all sitting
around together talking about this. One other uncanny thing happened the week
after our visit. I grabbed a clock from my mom’s house that I had been eyeing
for my office. As I was driving home, I knew but suddenly realized, this was a
clock that was bought in memory of dad’s mom after she died (it hung at the
community theater until it recently closed and my mom brought it home), and it
is inscribed with her name. I think this was the gift from my grandma Vicki was
referring to. Well, that’s what I choose to believe, why else would I choose
that day to take it rather than waiting until we moved back into our old office
like I had originally planned.
Yeah, and why was her name Vicki, and my last name was
“Vick.”
