Winter 1999 - Case Study in Psychic Counseling

 

NOT A “GROOVY” WAY TO END

When E. came for a reading I realized for the first time there was such a thing as an 'aging Hippie.'  I felt so old! &nbsp She seemed anachronistic but sweet and charming in her sixties loving way.  The reading itself is virtually gone from my memory, but from then on we became fairly good friends and, as a Realtor, I began to show her property to purchase.

Several weeks after our initial reading, her husband became interested in the process and we discussed how it might be used to deal with his clients.  He was a doctor and always looking for new ways to treat patients.  Since I had done medical readings in the past with other doctors, it didn't take us long to work out a format.  I met with him a couple times and he would simply hand me a patient file.  I would go into my 'workshop' and describe what I felt was the problem and occasionally I would even describe treatment.  It seemed to go so well he spread the word about my readings and sent several patients.

About a month later I did a reading on an attractive woman who was having an affair with a married man.  I saw this information instantly in the 'workshop' and continued to refer to him as 'the man you're having an affair with.'  Since that became a bit cumbersome, I asked just for his first name to save time.  She blanched a bit and said she really didn't want to give me that information.  I thought nothing more about it and went on to give advice about the man, the future prospects for their relationship which I felt were very good, and even suggested that they could easily have a child together.  There were complications, since both were married, but I felt the relation would develop.  My final caution to her was that having a child would become the main focus for the man and she should decide if this is where she wanted their relationship to go.

This reading was in the late morning.  In the afternoon my doorbell rang and when I opened the door, there was the doctor stepping boldly into the room.  He said something vague like “I think we need to talk,” and I instantly flashed to the woman I had read in the morning, the man she was seeing, the baby, and I said, “Oh S-, it's you, isn't it!”

Well, talk we did.  The woman was his secretary and he was very much in love. &nbsp E., who was considerably older than he was, could not have children and he recently realized this was a major obstacle in their relation.

“But what about E?” I asked.  “How are you going to tell her all this?”

“I've already told her the main outline on the phone and asked that she meet me here.  She should be here any minute.”

Happy, I was not.  I was about to tell him he was doing his pushy and demanding doctor role to the hilt, but I couldn't because E. was at the door.

'Shattered' would best describe poor, tenderhearted Hippie E.

They sat on my couch and he briefly described his affair and why he wanted a divorce.  He left after just a few minutes, leaving me to pick up the pieces.

E. tried rather lamely to blame me for starting all this trouble but she soon acknowledged that I was a catalyst but not the cause.  We spent much time going over the details and trying to think of the future without him.  Mainly she tried to think of ways to keep him.  She would lose weight.  She would buy a house together.  She would do or be whatever he wanted.  But of course none of it made much sense in light of the fact that a child was the real issue.

For a few weeks they lived together, E. doing everything she could to make him love her, but nothing worked.  Finally he moved out and E. spent much time with me and other friends licking her deep wounds.  The last report I had of them was that his secretary did have his child, and in fact was pregnant when I saw her.  They were living together as the happy doctor and his wife.  E. was spinning further out into metaphysics, doing sweatlodge retreats and all nature of unusual therapies.  To use her own language, she was really 'far out!'

The ending for him was swift and quite painless because he was moving on to new beginnings, just as in the Death card description elsewhere in this newsletter.  The ending for E. was much more painful because she focused on the cutting, the ending, the death and spent years moving into the other half of death, which is rebirth.

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