I was sitting in my office when I received a call.
When I picked up a man said, “I saw the article written about you in the paper, I’m 80 years old, a therapist, and I want to know when I’m going to die and how”? Now, I’m thinking to myself, that article was six weeks ago so I doubt he saw it, but I behaved myself. I told him he should call someone else as I do not see death…
He replied, “I want to talk to you”, in a forceful manner. My response was, I would give him ten minutes and we will see how it goes from there.
I went to his house, got into my zone, the B&W movie began to play as we started our session, and I was nailing it. His mom and grandparents came through. I saw a bike just sitting there & a little boy looking at it, I saw he built a bookshelf he agreed all that made sense. I also told him he was suffering from depression. I thought he would deny that, but he agreed. There were several other messages, as usual, I don’t remember everything, only the highlights.
It was at that point, which was within ten minutes, he started yelling at me, “I don’t want these people here, they are dead a long time, how do I know it’s them”. I looked around, (I never look around when I enter a house on purpose), I pointed out to him that he had no photos of them so how was I able to describe them?
He appeared upset that I had been accurate in my messages, I told him I had no way of knowing what these people were like and again affirming to him I could I not have known what they looked like.
Then he took it a step further, which surprised me, He began to yell, I want studies, I want papers, I want proof!” It was at that point I said to him calmly,” Yeah, so do I and neither of is getting that!” He replied, “So this is over”.
I said yes, this is over, I’m not doing this.”
It got interesting from there, he told me the shelf he built was behind me, he told me about the bike, his dad bought the bike for him but wouldn’t let him ride it, he could only look at it. His dad was not a good person and tormented him by doing things like that. His dad didn’t come through, he was downright evil.
He continued to tell me all about himself, how he closed bad psychiatric hospitals among other things. It was like I was being kept hostage. I kept telling him I had to go but he continued on, when I tell you he was obnoxious that was an understatement.
Finally, after about an hour and a half of this I was able to make my way out to my car. The guy followed me and continued with his stories and also validated several other messages he received.
Once in my car I started it and said good-by again and started backing out. At That point my sense of humor kicked in, in my head I thought I should just say, by the way you’re going to die at night and probably soon, just to mess with his head…. I didn’t, I have no idea how I kept from saying that, but I did.
It came to me later; he told me he worked in town with a bereavement group and saw people to help them. I know one person; I believe a woman told him about me. His ego would not allow him to acknowledge me as real. When he realized I was real is when he lost it.
I never had contact with him again and I am fine with that.