I have never gone to a bona fide fortune teller. I've never even been to a seance. Growing up next to Lily Dale, NY this may seem strange but it's the truth. For one thing I was raised Catholic. Back in the 1950's I remember a sign in Lily Dale that said Catholics were not welcomed there. Lily Dale, for those of you who do not know, is the home of a religion called Spiritualism. It is a tiny village of lovely Victorian cottages on the 3rd Cassadaga Lake. No one owns their home (or at least didn't when I was growing up);they rented them from the association. I have a lot of school classmates and friends who grew up in Lily Dale. I always thought spiritualism was a bunch of hooey. I am still Catholic and still feel basically the same about this subject.
Now my sister does believe in this stuff. She's no longer Catholic although I'm sure the C is still on her soul, LOL. The first time she went to this particular reader she was told of a man that was near her and had advice to offer. Helen asked his name and was told Roy!! Now, this is our Dad's name, he died in 1988. This reader is not from Lily Dale, does not know our family, and Helen had never seen her before. So now forward to the other day. I left Western New York in 1969 and have lived all over the country. This woman doesn't know me from Adam. She asked my name. I replied, Liz. She asked why she sees the name Carol(Carroll) all around me!! That was my surname from 1970 until November 2002. I took my paternal grandmother's surname of McBride when I was diagnosed with breast cancer. My sons of course have the Carroll surname. This really blew my mind. I still don't know what to make of it. She went on to tell me that other than unrelenting reflux I would be healthy and live to 102!! I liked hearing that. I do have terrible reflux but given the rest of my health I'm not convinced I'll live until 102. But I guess I can hope. She told me some other things which were right on, I won't share them but I can say it was like she knew my family.
She told me she saw a man around me, tall, thin, broad shouldered. He was pumping water from one of those old hand pumps. I didn't think to ask the name, darn. The description fits my Great Uncle Howard Olmstead, who was always washing his hands off in the hand pump by the back door. He died on my 15th birthday. I was hoping she'd see a McBride ancestor who would reveal the name of the village in Ireland they were from. Maybe next time.
So I'm left with an experience that certainly proved interesting.I do believe there are people who have a keener sense of the unseen world around us. I'll still remain Catholic but remain open to realizing there is so much we don't know or cannot understand.
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