Hey,
Um, it’s just me. The seasoned wrangler is actually Morgan Drake who has no double letters. Still, I’m leaving in my double letters because it makes me grin!
Yeah, it’s probably just me. But what our wrranglerrs asked of us was, ”
Share your Oddest, Most Interesting, Most Educational associations that you have adapted in your divination practice. Have you discovered yourself reading for circus clowns, disgruntled teenagers, aliens from outer space, or a herd of cats? “
Really? They want me, queen of the weird shit, to answer that? Twice? (You will also see me on my WitchesandPagan.com blog if you do the whole hop. I hope you will. And please? Leave comments? That’s all we ask of you. Even if it is just “Arwen is making me leave a comment.” Thanks!
I have a metric shit ton of weird stories. True weird stories. Stories you just can’t make up. Let’s start with the missing baby one, shall we?
First, I worked on a 1-900-Psycho line. Sorry, Psychic. My mother and sister loved calling it a psycho line. And I loved them for it. They have my humor. Not everyone does.
Right…back to the missing baby. The woman stayed silent while I proscribed the ritual to her. I assumed she was writing everything down. Well, she was, but she had a huge question for me at the end.
“Why did you say three of everything? I told you I’d had two miscarriages.”
I was stunned into silence (which is also an oddity in the life of this Aquarius rising.) “Ummmm, I guess I heard you wrong?” I answered even though I knew I hadn’t.
That’s when she said, “No, I don’t think you did. I didn’t tell you about the first baby I lost. I had an abortion…”
THUD. You could have knocked me over with a feather. I was young. I had been reading on the line for about a month. This was one of my first instances of learning to trust what falls out of my mouth. Somehow I knew three was the number. That had come through me without me filtering it.
I never heard back from her. I can only hope that she now has the children I saw for her. They would be in college by now or graduated.
That’s my first odd story, but not my last. Keep on hopping to read everyone else’s odd associations.
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Wow! Just amazing how Spirit can give us insight as readers in ways we would never have expected. Glad to have had you share this, Arwen–really made me think. Thank you!
I’m so glad to hop across someone that has the same awesome affliction of saying the first thing that falls out of their mouths, makes life both on-line and real-time interesting. Thanks for sharing this one, double letters and fore-shadowing my stint at Ostara as well <3 J xx
Don’t you love moments like that! What a story!!! Thanks for sharing, Arwen <3
“wrranglerrs” BWAHAHAHAHA! And I love your story! Wow!
I actually had one somewhat similar — someone asked me to do a past life reading. I obliged and outlined the basics of a marriage and two children. I could clearly see that the children had died, but I figured, hey, it’s a past life reading, he’ll never know if I got it right or not, so I left that part out. Afterward he said, wow, you just described my life point for point, except my girlfriend and I don’t have any children–she got pregnant twice but lost the baby each time.”
“Thud” is right!
And I’m saying all this because I want to, not because you made me. 😀
It took a while for me to comment, but when I first read this I sort of did a shudder. I lost three babies myself, so this hit close to home.
Oh how hard!