My body suddenly grew warmer as I felt a wave of positive energy coming towards me. I glanced up to see an elderly woman approaching my table at the mini-fair that the Psychic Research Society of Kansas City was presenting on Thursday, July 26, 2018. The woman must have been in her late 70s or early 80s, I assumed, as she sat down in the chair opposite me and introduced herself as Kate. I smiled and shook her hand as I gave her my name. Then we began the session. I offered Kate the card deck to shuffle, and then instructed her to intuitively pick three cards that she believed would best represent her current life and personality. As I slowly turned over each card and gave my impressions, Kate responded with joyful insights, especially when I suggested that she should start keeping a journal.
“Oh,” Kate exclaimed, “I love to write. Just last year, I finished writing a book. It all just seemed to come to me in one rush. Guess what it’s about, Jamie. Guess what it’s about!” But before I could even respond, she leaned towards me and said, “Space ships, Jamie. I wrote about spaceships!”
“That’s wonderful, Kate,” I responded enthusiastically.
And then Kate excitedly told me, “And I’m finishing a poetry book now. Yes, I’m writing a book of poetry.”
“That’s so wonderful for you, Kate,” I smiled. “Even according to the cards you are very talented and have amazing insight. This is a great time for you to be creative.”
“Yes,” Kate agreed, “my family told me I should try getting my writing published when I was 91-years-old, but I didn’t feel right about it. Then, at 92, I said no again. At 93, I started to think about it. Now, several years later, I decided it was time.”
I stared at Kate for a moment and didn’t say a word. I was absolutely stunned. Did she honestly just say that it was now time…several years after she turned 93? I wondered just how old this woman was but didn’t want to appear impolite by asking. And besides, I suddenly realized that age didn’t make any difference anyway.
Okay…but I still have to admit, I was in total awe of this amazing woman with the incredibly bright, sparkly eyes.
After talking for a few more minutes, Kate gracefully stood up from the table and said, “I think this moment should end in a hug.”
“I definitely agree, Kate,” I answered as I got up and we shared a deep, loving hug. Kate walked away from my table then, and I continued reading the cards for several more clients.
When the fair ended at nine o’clock, I was putting away my cards and cleaning up my table when I once more felt a wonderful sense of energy surrounding me. I looked up to find Kate approaching me again. “I think you and I really made the best and most solid connection tonight,” she said as she giggled happily.
This statement made me smile. I was happy to know that this beautiful, awesome, ninety-something-year -old woman felt connected to me. I put my arms around her, and we once more hugged closely before saying good night.
On the drive home, I thought about all of the amazing people I had read for over the last three years. I have had people break down in tears in front of me. I have connected them with family members. I have heard their most intimate dreams. I have tried to calm their deepest fears. And they, too, have taught me how to love and how to feel more connected to souls, God, and the universe.
And now, lovely Kate had taught me to never stop dreaming, never stop setting goals, to always take each day as a true treasure, to always connect with others and love deeply, and to never ever give up on living.
To write poetry and publish your first book in your 90s…Wow…Just how cool is that…