Last Saturday was my first time doing a
psychic home party with the great Nancy
Bradley, the Celebrities Psychic. We have
a new TV show called “Ghost Girls”
where the two of us investigate mansions,
hotels and lots of other spooky places.
We also do psychic home parties where Nancy
will give the guests a psychic reading while
I teach them the basics of ghost hunting.
I had a super time, and the guests really
seemed to enjoy it. The part that really
sticks in my mind was the past life regression
reading.
I’ve been under hypnosis many times,
as my grandfather, John Hill, is a hypnotist.
He helped me stop eating gummy bears everyday
by telling me that they tasted like coffee
grinds. Ugh! Coffee grinds are not a good
taste; I don’t recommend them unless
you mix them with water, chocolate and milk
and call it a mocha.
Back to the past life regression, I was
sitting in the circle with all 22 party
guests and decided that since I had never
tried being regressed, that I would go for
it. I sat and closed my eyes as Nancy rhythmically
spoke to us and put us in a light state
of hypnosis. I could hear everyone around
me, I knew where I was, but I felt myself
growing heavy and sleepy. It was a nice
calm feeling and I felt the stress of the
day melt away into nothingness. As I sat
listening to Nancy, she said “Imagine
yourself on a dock surrounded by water.
The water is only 2 feet deep. There is
a canoe waiting for you beside the dock…
As I climbed into the canoe, which was more
like a kayak for me, I felt like I could
row the heck out of that thing and get somewhere
really cool. But to my surprise, Nancy told
me that the canoe-kayak would row it’s
self and all I had to do was relax. Ahhh…
That’s nice.
She then tells us we’ve reached our
stopping point and we’re on the shore.
I took a walk up a hill that mysteriously
turned into stone stairs. As I reached the
top of the stairs there was a very large
wooden door. I placed my hand on the door
knob. Nancy told us that what lie beyond
the door is one of our past lives…
I opened the door to a brightly lit room.
Vast arched ceilings of white with intricate
carvings surrounded me. She also told us
to look for an item in the room. I found
a lot more than one item; I found a whole
table full of delicious treats. Iced cakes,
petit fours, fruit platters and every dessert
had a Maraschino cherry on top. I thought
the cherry part was kind of strange since
I can’t stand Maraschino cherries.
But the dessert table was not far off, since
I have an affinity for junk food.
Nancy also told us to look for something
shiny in the room. I found a beautiful,
large, silver decanter and gazed into it
to see what I looked like. I had a white
powdered face, red lips brown curly hair
peeking out from my white powdered wig.
I was pretty. I turned around and began
to spin around on the wooden cross-hatched
floor. I remembered I was wearing a white
silk, floral pattered dress with a hoop
underneath. As I spun around I noticed a
man wearing pale yellow silk sitting in
a large chair. He had his leg strung over
the arm of the chair and was bouncing it
up and down. I remembered he looked a little
bit like a frilly boy, but he had something
very comforting about him.
I stood in front of him and asked him his
name. “Louis” he said. “I
am your brother”. Hum? My brother,
Tim McCabe, works at Home Depot and would
never be caught dead in pale yellow silk.
But I regress… I stood there looking
at Louis’ face and remembered that
he resembled Lestat in Anne Rice’s
“Interview with a Vampire”.
I asked Louis what year is this? He said
“1734”. Where am I? “France,
Madam”.
