My high school girl friend’s mother channeled spirits. The main spirit she channeled was named Myra. I remember going with my girlfriend into her mother’s bedroom and sitting across from her mother who was sitting on her bed. She closed her eyes and her face went blank. She then began to speak in another voice. I cannot specifically recall what she said. I remember it being convincing though. I accepted it as real and took it at face value.
Twenty or so years later after Dechert laid me off in 2009, my wife and I decided to move from Philadelphia to Connecticut. We put our house in Roxborough on the market. One weekend I drove down to the house for an appointment and stayed there over the weekend by myself. On Saturday morning I went down the hill to Manayunk for breakfast. On Main Street I passed by the Manayunk Psychic’s storefront I had seen many times before.
I think I turn to superstition when my life is not working or are out of my control. I was feeling very vulnerable at the time being newly unemployed and not having the support of the psychologist I had seen for the past few years. I was unemployed, my marriage was horrible and my house was not selling. At the time I saw therapy as something I tried but did not work on me because my problems went too deep. At that point in time the psychic seemed like a viable option.
She gave me a tarot reading. What she told me seemed spot on. She suggested that I go through a spiritual cleansing and it would cost around $500. That seemed like too much to pay at the time although I seriously considered it because I felt so trapped, lost and at the end of my rope at the time. I did not end up going through with it but it did plant the seed in my head.
When we moved to Connecticut I was so desperate to find a solution to my problem. I searched for “spiritual cleaner” on the internet. There happened to be a psychic offering that service in the town where I lived. So I made an appointment. She was a blond, Polish woman around thirty years old named Agnes. Her office had a massage table and a new age altar with crystals. The room was dimly lit and meditative spa music played in the background. I told her I was looking for a spiritual cleansing. She told me to keep three notebooks, one for my dreams, another for positive thoughts and memories, and the third for negative thoughts and memories. She had me lie down on the table and she gave me a Lomi Lomi massage. When she got to my legs she pulled the negative energy out through my feet. At the end of the session she gave me bath salts mixed with essential oils and told me to use them when I got home.
I saw her a few more times. She charged me $150 every time. I felt like I was making progress. I started taking Epsom salt baths regularly. She had me praying to angels, asking them to intercede for me. She described a whole system of angels. I remember her talking about “runners” who delivered messages. There were others but I do not remember them anymore. There was Archangel Michael, whom she said she saw from time to time. She had me write things down over and over. She had me draw pictures of what I wanted to be. At one point she told me to take the notebook of negative memories into the woods, put it in a pot with Epsom salts and light it on fire. I remember doing that on a rainy day down by the Farmington River. I remember being so paranoid that someone would walk up on me and ask me what I was doing.
At the time I was still unemployed and went on a lot of walks and bike rides. I remember praying to the angels that my life would change. Eventually my wife harassed me about spending money a psychic and shamed me into not seeing her anymore. It was easier just to stop seeing her than to continue. I am not entirely sure whether Agnes was scamming me or not. I am not entirely sure I did not make some kind of progress with her at the time. Perhaps she served her purpose somehow. I just don’t know.