Fall 2003 - Case Study in Psychic Counseling

 

OUT OF AFRICA… BARELY!

Chellie K. came for a reading over 2 years ago.  The first thing out of my mouth was, “You're going to write a book.  Probably three books.”

“ I don't think so!  I'm not a writer and I have dyslexia.  Wrong person!”

Moving right along, the next picture about her was a desert scene.  “You're going to live in the desert for awhile.”

“I don't think so!  I happily live in green and wet Oregon."

Well, so much for that reading.

Chellie left feeling disappointed that once again she failed to find someone to help give direction to her life.  That night as she got into bed and reached to turn out the light, suddenly beside the bed she saw the image of a small African child.  Out of the mouth of that child came poetry, which Chellie had presence enough of mind to write down.   That poem would become the guiding light that led Chellie on an odyssey to the deserts of Africa for many months to come.  She barely survived a vehicle accident, limping alone with broken bones into a remote village, an ordeal so compelling her publisher wants her to write a book just on that.  But through it all, she kept clicking her camera, photographing images of children affected by the AIDS virus.  Those pictures, and that poem, are now in her first book, African Journal, A Child's Continent, which she presented to me with tears in her eyes as she recently came for another reading.  It was with tears in MY eyes that I sent her out on a new odyssey with the United Nations and the reminder that she still owes us two more books!

If you are interested in the book or helping the ill and orphaned children in Africa, you can find out more at Chellie's website www.qfund4aids.org.

The poem that started it all follows:

AIDS
Through her eyes
I am touched by Grace.

This small child's gaze,
dark as inkwells,
draws me into her soul.
An old soul
compassion emanating,
many life-times has she borne witness to.

She carries her tiny frame
wrapped around the core of her spiritual belief,
illumination:
a cross, centered,
holds her body in its rightful place.

I am in the presence of God.

I sense a knowing gratitude,
courage embodied for this mission
I am about to embark on.

She may die this day
or the next.
Peace rests in her face,
resolution,
for she knows she will return
into the waiting arms of her maker.

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