I went to see a psychic last Friday, for the experience - I saw her before and she was very good, so I decided to go again. The first thing she said was that when she was tuning in to me, the spirits had told her to ask about my GP and my specialist. Clever, as she didn't know I was bipolar, and that I've been seeing my GP for arthritis. She said I should change my meds, which, oddly enough, I have just done. My Mother turned up, along with a burst of music - she used to teach piano. I have to cut the cord with the RAF, which, if you've read the blog, you'll know that I had some trouble with. She asked me if I'd had trouble getting a pension from them, which of course I had.
It will, apparently, be a good year for me, with a few minor wobbles. I will meet a man in June at a literary function. (Problem is, I don't want to meet one!)
I came away and reflected. She was so remarkably accurate that I begin to wonder whether there's actually something in it. A friend and I are going to the Spiritualist Centre in London in February, so that will be another interesting experience. Can't wait!
Happy Sunday everyone - I'm off to do the washing.
I spent 16 years in the RAF defending the Free World , then got bunged out unceremoniously for being bipolar. I and was subsequently diagnosed with PTSD. Funny old world, isn't it?