Spirituality

For a while now, I've been debating going to see a psychic...maybe I should call it a spiritualist...is that better?

So while I'm fascinated and intrigued by the idea, I'm also a bit nervous. What if what she says is right? Not that I'm scared to hear what she has to say but to come to the realization that people do have a power to see your future...gives me the heebie jeebies. I've always been one to steer away from things like that. The idea that some people claim they can see your future, communicate with the dead, so on and so forth has always been creepy to me. 

Really, given my background, I shouldn't. This leads me to speak of my late grandmother. A strong woman, a brave woman, a woman who had her time rebelled against what society required of a woman. The more I hear of my grandmother's youth and early days, the more I wish to be like her...maybe I will. To keep with the theme of my blog...I will tell you about a story, it's not long but very "interesting."

My mom mentioned a while ago, that back in the day when my grandmother was younger (I would say late 30's), she used to be very spiritual. Very much into the saints and communicating with spirits. She actually used to conjure up (repeatedly) a spirit of a woman named Francisca. She used to speak like the woman...eeeekkk! How creepy is that!?!

Well, I'm going to the spiritualist and I'll let everyone know how that goes...