Crystal Ball Seer at Retirement Home. MS Not a Problem.

My retirement joint had a Halloween party last Friday. No idea why it was on Friday, but I offered up my services as a seer. I had to wait for Aunt Vi's crystal ball to arrive back from Indiana, so my time at the party was short, squeezed in 30 minutes (though I was active for an hour) after the scheduled magician. No idea what a magician has to do with an adult Halloween party, and don't forget these adults average age 85.

The magician (I waited my turn with partner in the lobby and bistro areas...hee hee fun to scare the manager there by hiding and reaching my hand around the corner onto his office window---slowly scraping at the glass!) left the social room a mess with large confetti everywhere. Gees, can't a magic man make his mess disappear? Hmmm Then I began my ball readings.

This ball was given to my very psychic great Aunt Violet by her very psychic sister's daughter. Aunt Vi never had much luck with it, her best show was with cards and calling spirits into objects, like tables, that could communicate in some physical way. I used it once, saw something bad, put it away until last year when I mailed from Seattle to Indiana---to the initial buyers granddaughter. She in turn sent it to our cousin who is more into ESP stuff than either of we are.

The ball still was not doing much, so my expectations were low, but after great-aunt Vi's death at the age of 103 (a year ago?!), I had a feeling recently that I wanted to try the ball. Wow, was I surprised! In a very noisy, too crowded (the people are out of lens shot in photo, but the room was pretty full) room, that darn ball started showing stuff within minutes. Really, I am still amazed. My MS was not in the way at all and the energy among the seniors was powerful.

Without being specific for the sake of those who I read for, there were deep emotional sights, tears, joy at the possible discovery of a lost item, and some deep pain. It all made me remember why I quit reading the ball, and I am ready to mail it back on its way to who knows where. Too intense for me.

Surprisingly, (to ME anyway), everyone chose the crystal ball over cards which can tell fortunes and advise on wishes. One person stayed until everyone else left so she could have her fortune told by the cards too. All were satisfied, all knew what they were being told.

Yes, I allowed two young women to attire me in what one called, "Gypsy," to which I had to keep saying, "My family had no gypsy in it!" Oh, well, Halloween and all.

Enjoy!