I give so many psychic readings each year that it’s impossible to recall the details of each one. However, I’ll never forget the time I did a small group readings for “the three amigos”. They were friendly enough, although their attitudes were a bit nonchalant. They seemed indifferent about their readings. None of them had pressing issues or particular questions for me. I think they just wanted to dip their toes in the psychic waters, and were curious to see what I could tell them. As the reading progressed, it didn’t take long for me to realize I had “fence-sitters” on my hand. They didn’t believe in psychic abilities per se, but they didn’t not believe, if you know what I mean.

The ringleader of the bunch was an intelligent and straight-forward lady who I’ll refer to as Amy. Her uncle, “Chad”, was coming through to me from beyond the grave. He had crossed over to Heaven a couple decades ago, yet was still very much interested in Amy’s life. He wanted me to mention “the rugs”. Lots of rugs. Big ones, small ones, colorful rugs, buying rugs, shopping for rugs . . . rugs, rugs, rugs! “Do you know what Chad’s talking about?” I asked Amy. “Did he work at a rug store, or do you have an old rug from his house or something?”

Amy bit her lip, and raised an eyebrow. She shook her head from side to side, and with a confused look on her face as she replied, “Nope. I’m not really sure what he’s talking about.”

I politely apologized to Amy. I shouldered the blame, explaining I must have misinterpreted what her late uncle was trying to tell me. After all, psychic readings are not an exact science, and I explained that, perhaps, my psychic satellite dish was pointed in the wrong direction. We moved on to other topics, and I eventually finished the psychic session with Amy and her two friends. Slightly more enthusiastic than they were upon arriving, my three clients stood up to leave my office. They politely thanked me for my time, and headed towards the door.

Amy turned to face me, and said, “Hey, you know that thing my Uncle Chad mentioned about the rugs, or rug shopping?”

Curious as to where she was going with this, I replied, “Yes, why do you ask?”

“Well, I’m not sure if this has anything to do with it or whatever, but the three of us were just at Wal-Mart before coming here for our readings and I ended up buying like three new rugs for my kitchen floor. They’re out in my car right now. That’s not what Uncle Chad was talking about, was it? It’s probably just a coincidence?”

I wanted to slap myself in the forehead with the palm of my hand. I breathed a deep breath, and thought to myself, “You’ve got to be kidding me!” I smiled at Amy, who now looked slightly amused at my frazzled expression. I kindly said, “YES, that’s probably why Uncle Chad was talking about rugs.” I explained to Amy that, sometimes, our loved ones on the Other Side will bring up current events in our lives, even recent purchases, as their way of saying, “Hello. I’m still with you and I see what you’re doing.”

Yes, it was a slightly frustrating session, but at least the message finally hit home. Like any other profession, mine sometimes takes patience and diligence to accomplish the end result. I’m confident that Uncle Chad will continue to watch over Amy, and I hope she’s perceptive enough to recognize signs and messages from him when they’re delivered.