clairvoyants

When I lived in Marblehead, MA, a little coastal town on the north shore of Boston, I was desperate to own a house. I owned a New Age book store and often various seers would stop by. One day I had a reading with Elizabeth. She described the house that she saw in my future. It would be grey, tall, right near the harbor, have a walled garden in the back and be an antique. It would also be big.

When I bought the house she described, half a block from the gorgeous harbor, it was perfect. It was also, to my way of thinking, really small. It had three bedrooms and all that but it was from the 18th century. Cozy, you might say. What about Elizabeth? Months later I was at her house for lunch. It was microscopic. No matter how good a seer she was, she had her own perspective.


When Charlie was a senior at boarding school, we took a trip into Boston and went to the Tremont Street Tea Room. For those of you who haven't lived in Boston for the past few hundred years, this tea room has a menu that offers; palm readings, tea leaf readings, Tarot card readings and so on.


During Charlie's reading, the woman became a little agitated and told him to avoid big gatherings with friends, that there was a serious danger ahead. He had already decided not to go to his prom, but who could avoid graduation and graduation parties? We had a kind of heavy talk on the way home about parties and driving and so on. We both knew everything I was saying.


He and his friends sailed through graduation. A week or so later, a friend of his came by driving from somewhere in the south on his way up to Maine. He had a bunch of friends along. They invited Charlie to come. They left late at night. As they were driving very fast up the Maine Turnpike with the music blasting, Charlie 'heard' the tea reading lady and at the same time he heard a strange noise under the car. He immediately pulled over just as the engine froze and died. Or did it catch on fire? In any case, that was the moment and all were saved by his guardian angel or maybe by a memory of a wise lady. The car certainly would have flipped at that speed.


That makes me wonder about people who fear knowing something ahead of time.