I just kept working at the kiosk even though some unsettling and unexplained things happened.
I wasn’t sure why all of these thing were happening to me or what they meant… they were all just becoming part of my story.
The story of why a woman in a wheelchair would grab my arm in the line at Walmart and say, “I love you” to me.
I was with John that day.
I looked at the woman and said, “I love you too.”
John asked me, “What was that all about?”
“I have no idea,” I said. “That kind of stuff happens to me all of the time.”
“Seriously?” he asked.
“Yes… and strangers open up to me and tell me the most personal details and stories about their life. I don’t know why it happens, but you’ll get used to it. I am.”
One busy Saturday while working at the kiosk, a woman approached me.
“Would you like a water massage?” I asked.
“No, I want to read you.” She replied, “I have to read you.”
“Read me?” I asked.
“I’m a psychic. I was drawn to you. I’ll read you for free. You have a rainbow aura.” She said.
“I don’t know what a rainbow aura is,” I stated, “but if you want to read me, I’d like to pay you for it.”
“Okay, ” She said sounding excited. “I usually charge eighty dollars, but I’ll charge you twenty. Here’s my card.”
That was weird, I thought… but no weirder than anything else that happens to me.
I gave her a call and set up an appointment at her house.
“You see, you have a rainbow aura,” she began. “It’s good because it’s rare. It’s bad because you are open to everyone. You let everyone in – mostly good but with that you let in some bad. You are too trusting and always see the good in people.”
“I love people.” I replied.
“You let someone in… he had a hat.” She said.
My stomach turned and I confirmed what she had said. “That was Harry.”
“There was also a kid that came to the kiosk that was very claustrophobic.” I added.
“He has a gift. He is a Medium.” She stated.
“And what about the guy with the clear eyes?” I asked, seeing that she seemed to know what she was talking about.
“Were they transparent?” She asked matter-of-factly.
“Yes,” I said, they were. I was calling them clear but transparent is a much better way to describe them. I will never forget those eyes.”
“He is an Angel,” she said.
My head was spinning and my thoughts were confirmed.
“How can this all be true?” I asked.
“Erin, you possess so many qualities and attributes defining a rainbow aura. You need to be aware of this and be very careful who you let in. The good will seek you out. I’m sure that you have had experiences where this happens… maybe even on a daily basis, but you have to be careful to keep the bad out because you are an easy target. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?”
“I think so,” I replied. “I can reflect on my life and find concrete experiences for both.”
“You have many gifts,” she said, “Put them to good use.”
“I want to write,” I explained.
“You will write,” she replied.
“Well, how long before it becomes something?” I asked.
“It will be a very long time, but keep writing and always protect yourself from the evil.”
That sounded like an unwanted warning, I thought.
“What’s a long time?” I asked. “Two years, three years?”
“Even more.” She replied, “You’re not ready yet, but it will happen.”
That was almost five years ago.
Am I ready yet? I don’t know.
I do know that I am forever cautious when letting strangers in, and my intuition hasn’t failed me since Harry with the straw hat.
I do know I love to write, and I will continue to document my life and my experiences on this blog to share with the world…
And maybe for right now, that’s more than enough.
Much love to all,
Erin Cooper Reed
My life, I swear…