Spring 2009 - Case Study in Psychic Counseling

 

THE MYSTERIOUS POWER OF THE RING

This reading, which began very casually out side of my office, turned out to be the most unsettling reading that has exposed the true nature and power of evil to me and affected and changed my life in several powerful ways.  The family involved, including their ancestors, was collectively laid bare in front of each other.  Even people who merely hear the story are often traumatized by it.  Once after I told the story in a large group, three women had to leave to go outside and throw up, while a man sitting in the front row who appeared to be totally uninterested in the story, instead leapt up when I had finished, threw his arms around me and sobbed on my chest!  There seems to be some mysterious power behind even the story of this mysterious ring that affects people on a deep, metaphysical level.

The first time I was in George’s home, I was very uncomfortable entering his living room, and when I looked at the coffee-table, I felt a cold chill.  Resting there was a primitive, carved wooden hand and lower arm about twelve inches long.  As I sat down, George seemed to notice that I was staring at the hand, so he picked it up and offered it to me.  I continued to sit on the couch with my hands at my sides, refusing to touch it and feeling very embarrassed at being so dramatic.  When I told him I wouldn’t touch it, he seemed startled and said I was the second person to react that way.  Years before, a woman walked into the room, saw the hand, and backed out of the room, ran from the house, and refused to ever come in the house again!  While my reaction was not that dramatic, it was equally determined and I refused to ever touch the thing.  He even jokingly wondered aloud if it had some kind of curse on it, since many people felt repelled by it.

The next thing I noticed on the table was a picture of his very pregnant daughter.  He picked up the picture and handed it to me, explaining about the due date, information about the daughter, and in general acting like any proud grandfather-to-be.  I, on the other hand, felt very uncomfortable again and said to myself, “This baby is not okay.  There is something very wrong physically.”  Of course I didn’t tell George at that point, but it seemed perfectly clear to me.

A few days later when I returned to the house, the conversation turned to the fact that I did psychic readings, with discussion about how they worked and how I discovered the ability.  Finally, George’s curiosity overcame his innate scientific skepticism, since he was a doctor, and he asked me to do a reading for him.  I felt a bit odd about doing it as a parlor trick or a test, but after more drinks I consented and began the reading, which was to become the most involved, dramatic, and personally painful reading I have done.

The first image I had in my imaginary mental ‘workshop’ was of a very deep black, soft velvet background and in the foreground, suspended in space, was the largest aquamarine ring I’ve ever seen.  The huge stone was set in an unusually simple gold setting, actually almost straps of gold that delicately held it.  I watched the ring for some time wondering what it meant, and then described it to George to see if it meant anything to him.  My very detailed description made him gasp and look stunned.  He admitted he had that very ring at one time, but it had been lost when he moved seven years earlier.  He was really quite shaken that I could see something so clearly, obviously something that he knew and could verify.  But what was the point of the image?

I went back to my ‘workshop’ and asked what the ring’s significance was and I got a very clear image of a long line of dead babies lying in the gutter.  It was such a startling image that I didn’t want to mention it to him until I knew what it meant.  Soon I had the impression of his mother and youngest daughter, as well as perhaps his ex-wife, and the point seemed to be that they had all had abortions.  I finally decided to mention it to him and see his reaction.  Actually, he was not startled at all, but confirmed that all three women had an abortion.  I suggested that his daughter had two, but he was very firm in saying he knew she only had one because he had paid for it.  There seemed no point in disagreeing openly with him on this fine point, yet I knew that she had two.

I felt increasingly uncomfortable with the images I was getting, especially with the ring, which seemed suspended in space no matter where I looked, eyes open or closed.  Nothing seemed very clear as to the connection of the ring and the dead babies, yet I knew it was very powerful.

I continued with the reading and did some rather standard procedures, talked with George about his childhood and felt I had done a very credible job.  He seemed intrigued with the whole process, especially with the ring image which was obviously of his lost ring.  When he again mentioned that it was lost, I stated very clearly that the ring was in fact not lost and was in the house at that moment.  He was sure it was not, since he had lost it in the move years ago, and yet if I were so sure, why didn’t I go to the ‘workshop’ and see where it was?!  This of course is what I did, only to find that I saw absolutely nothing.

Frustrated because of the challenge, I decided to call my friend Diana to see if she could get any impression of the ring’s location.  I reached her on the phone and gave her only a brief description of the reading and the ring, when she gave me a very clear description of the ring’s whereabouts.  It was in a gray metal box like a safe deposit box, but it was not in the bank, it was in the house.  I relayed the information to George and added my two cents worth, that I saw some other gold objects in the same box, in fact two objects about 3 inches long.

George and I spent the next hour searching every corner of the house looking for anything that might even resemble a metal box, but found nothing.  As we finished going through his desk drawers, I sat on the floor near the hallway and said that it seemed to me the box was down the hall, possibly in the furnace room.  Since we had checked that room carefully, we knew it couldn’t be.

But I said it again…  it seemed down the hall.  When I said it again, George got a strange look on his face and got up and went down the hall to the guest bedroom.  He reached under the bed and pulled out a gray metal box, exactly the type found in safety deposit boxes.  I laughed because I knew what was in the box!  When he finally found the key and opened it, all that could be seen were letters and legal documents.  But I told him to keep digging clear to the bottom where he would find an envelope.  When he found the envelope and opened it, inside was the largest ring I’ve ever seen along with two very unusual gold earrings about three inches long.  George sat back on the floor, mouth wide open and face ashen gray, speechless.  I felt a chill run down my spine partly from the excitement of being right and partly from seeing that enormous ring in the real world.  It terrified me!  Just as with the wooden hand, I tried not to be too dramatic, but I refused to touch either the ring or the earrings, and I couldn’t explain why.

I quickly called Diana to report the good news, and to also tell her my fear of the ring.  When I described it, she too felt very uneasy about it and made a suggestion that was to become a joke between us for years.  “Well, just do a simple exorcism on it!”  She was serious!  I was not, and I refused to attempt any such thing, leaving that sort of thing to her and her metaphysical group.  I would stick to my simple psychic readings.

Even though I felt so uncomfortable about the ring and the entire situation that I didn’t even like talking about it, George was unconcerned, excited only to have the ring back and anxious to present it to his youngest daughter to whom he had given it years ago.  In the days between finding the ring and giving it to the daughter, I had three occasions to hear from people about the situation.  One was a friend who volunteered the feeling that it seemed I had “…tapped into something very evil, and in fact had walked to the edge of a precipice and stepped back in the nick of time.”

Needless to say, his comments unnerved me, especially since I felt much the same way.  Two days after his comments, I went to a local Psychic Fair and selected a woman for a quick reading on me.  She went into a meditative state and when she opened her eyes, she looked startled and said, “You have touched evil.  You walked to the very edge but retreated in the nick of time.”

Not more than a couple days later, Diana met with a well-known Indian shaman in a social gathering, and in the course of their conversation he said that he saw that she was involved with a situation involving a ring, and he advised her that the man connected to it was evil and all ties should be broken.  His only advice for the ring was to throw it in the ocean as it had a curse which would affect any newborn babies.  All of these incidents began to verify my own feeling that I was getting involved in something very powerful and strange, and while I didn’t want to believe in curses and evil forces, it was almost hard not to with all this going on.

Two weeks later the ring was returned to George’s daughter at Diana’s home with a bit of ceremony and a bit of exorcism just for good measure.  But even so, I would not touch the ring, and while we all tried to make light of the situation, I was very clear with George’s daughter that I would throw it in the ocean or destroy it in some way if the ring were mine.  She decided instead to leave it in a bank deposit box.  As a concession to my anxiety, she decided not to wear it, assuming that would negate its curse.

A few days after the ring was returned to his daughter, George’s older daughter gave birth to an extraordinarily beautiful “Gerber baby” girl, and George flew to San Francisco to see her.  The minute I heard that the baby was being born, I had a terrible sinking feeling that something was very wrong.  When I heard how beautiful and healthy she was, I was relieved but surprised and confused, doubting the reliability of my images and feelings.

George stayed several days and then returned and invited me up for a drink to see pictures of the new child.  While I was there, the phone rang and he answered it in the kitchen where he stayed for nearly an hour.  This was an hysterical call from his daughter saying something was very wrong with the baby and she had almost died.  When she slept, she would simply forget to breathe and now had to be on all kinds of monitors and life-support systems.  George had me do another reading on the child, and I finally told him what I had felt all along.  In this new reading, I concentrated on the baby’s chest and felt there was a hole in something, possibly the heart, which had not grown correctly.  I told him I was very negative about the situation.

Many days went by with extreme drama and pain, each bringing some new and more horrible prognosis.  On one day, I asked Diana what images she got, and she saw scenes from ancient Egypt, of all things!  It made no sense to anyone and seemed fantastical and silly.  That night George’s daughter called to say the doctors were now thinking the child had a very rare disease called Ondean’s Curse, named after an ancient Egyptian.  What did it all mean?

Every day was like this with more strange news, unexplained coincidences, or a little prophecy come true.  It almost made a believer out of George and his daughters.  They openly began to wonder if there was some kind of curse on them, and if the ring could be involved.  But no one did anything about it.

The baby finally settled down as did the family and everyone got used to the fact that the child had tubes and monitors 24 hours a day, and the doctors finally settled on a couple of diagnoses, including severe brain damage, a hole in the heart, and sadly, they decided she would probably never progress beyond the infant stage.  The abnormal situation became normal and everyone resumed their altered lives with no more mention of rings or curses.

Through all this, George’s younger daughter became very interested in my psychic readings and would press me to do one for her, but I always had an excuse to be unavailable.  Finally, she simply made an appointment and came for a reading, expecting me to tell her all the wonderful things about to happen in her life.  I described the method I used and then closed my eyes and went to my ‘workshop.’  Suddenly, I saw an unusually clear image of a very elegant bathroom at the end of a large entry hall.  The basin was white marble surrounded by black marble.  The image hung in space and did nothing for nearly a minute, making me wonder just what the significance could be.  But then as I watched, I saw drops of blood fall into the sink.  The image was clearer than any I’d ever seen in a reading.  The drops continued to fall, unnerving me, but the scene made no sense.  I opened my eyes and saw her watching me with an expectant smile, which only confused me more.  How could I tell her what I saw, and what could it mean to her?

At last, with a sense of panic, knowing I had to do or say something, I tried a new approach.  When I returned to my ‘workshop’ image, I backed up from the sink out into the hallway, hoping I could see who was in the bathroom.  Sure enough, it worked!  There she stood with a piece of glass in her hand making cuts in her forehead and watching the blood fall into the sink.

I opened my eyes again and watched her smiling at me, hoping that would clear my mind and get rid of such ghastly scenes.  When I closed my eyes again, the picture returned even clearer, and that was a real clue to me.  Whenever something stayed in the ‘workshop’ three times, I knew it could be relied upon as true.  Feeling confident, I opened my eyes and told her exactly what I saw.  She sat in stunned silence which quickly grew into a full-blown rage and she started screaming and crying, saying I had no right to pry into such personal details.  I was afraid I would not be able to get her back into control because she was on the verge of hysteria.  It took several minutes, but she finally calmed down enough to talk about the scene, and several other similar ones I began to watch.

It was all true, she admitted, and she had cut herself many times as a teenager and actually had continued to do so as recently as a few weeks before.  As proof, she showed me scars on her forehead, arms, and legs.  I was really afraid for the first time in a reading, knowing I had stripped her naked to the bone and I was not only unable to help her but in fact I was causing real harm by even revealing the images.  I ended the reading as quickly as I could and calmed her down enough to discuss what she could do.

We decided she should tell her father, since George was after all one of the city’s leading psychiatrists!  It took several weeks but she finally did set up a time to talk, and told George all that she had done.  His response was incredible.  He simply denied it.  He heard only what he wanted to hear, which was that she had cut herself once for some vague reason and had made some dramatic event out of it, but it went no further than that.  When I realized that he would not or could not really confront the situation, I dropped the episode entirely, as did his daughter.  (As a postscript to that aspect of the story, she also admitted to her father that she had a second abortion which she paid for herself.)

Of all the cast of characters in this involved story, I believe I was the one most affected and most changed by the reading and the events.  George didn’t change at all, but went on for years to casually watch as people around him suffered greatly with no real understanding or involvement on his part.  The baby aged but never grew enough to be able to talk or walk.  His older daughter accepted her baby’s fate and went on to have three more healthy children.  His younger daughter went forward as though nothing had happened and kept the ring and its potential curse.

I on the other hand was deeply changed.  My belief system was stripped away leaving me totally exposed to the raw truth of evil’s existence.  I was able to recognize evil and acknowledge that it exists in a very real form that apparently can be passed on through generations and even through objects, much as I didn’t want to believe it!  From that reading on, whenever I see that deep, inviting velvet -black color in a reading, I know I am touching something very evil and I instantly put up all the metaphysical protections I am aware of so that it doesn’t ‘get on’ me.

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