I normally do not work tuesdays, but last tuesday I had a customer who said she communicated with those who have crossed over. I really didn't comment, but then she said she had a message for me from a person whose name started with an "L", and that's my mom. She went on to tell me other private facts, ones I can't share because of their sacred nature. But the one fact that haunts me is that people have always said that when you pass, your heaven can be where you were the most happy, and my mother always wanted to go back to Florida where she spent much of her childhood. The psychic said my mom kept on reciting "sea shells by the seashore". That means to me I was really making contact, and that has had my stomach in knots. my mom by the beach is beautiful.
the link between sanity and insanity is but a snap: almost like a twig beneath your shoe in november and what happens when you can't leave your home because your anger and fear keep you prisoner, and all you want to do is be loved and be good at loving and quit hating everything including the cheap folgers coffee when you really wanted the good stuff from central market or why you can't reach your mother anymore because her pain is rearing it's ugly head over the phone and your siblings don't have much to do with you anymore, why? who really knows, maybe it's because you are becoming the one thing they hate the most but you don't know what that is and in two months you'll be 36 and you still do not have children and you are in financial ruin and you don't have the one thing you really want which is that front porch swing, but first you have to have the front porch. anyway. right?
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