If you’ve ever wondered what a day in the life of a death witch (or medium) is like… it’s always unexpected.
This past Friday was the end to a very long and hectic week of health insurance headaches and drama. Thankfully, my sweet husband was on board for a treat day filled with seeing the new Alien: Romulus movie. On our way home, we drove past a small retail strip that had a street sign that said “Rock Shop”. Unsure what we were in for, my husband pulled in hopeful that that meant crystals (my favorite).
We headed inside to be simply dazzled by all of our favorite crystals plus some that we had never heard of or seen in person. The man who worked there helped out a couple customers and I moseyed my way through all of the displays. As I rounded the corner I was abruptly met by a woman clearly invisible to everyone else in the shop. Making a mental note of her, I began to wonder who she was. Maybe someone who had died here? Maybe an ancestor? Maybe a goddess the store owners venerated?
I looked high and low at multiple shelves throughout the shop for any indications of who they might honor. Mostly male archangels and a handful of Egyptian deities, I found nothing that indicated who this lady might be to them.
After selecting all of the items I was going to purchase, I headed to the counter to check out and began conversing with the man running the shop. I asked him how he got into the crystal business and he smiled at me stating that his wife dragged him into it kicking and screaming. With a chuckle, I responded, "She must be a cool gal."
"She was." He answered. He blinked to fight back tears.
I realized who the woman I had seen was.
"You know," I told him, "Your wife is the spirit of this store."
The tears pooled in his eyes.
"She is," He pointed to the sign that had the store name on it. "That's her name."
I smiled at him and shared with him that I had seen her in the store and that she is very proud of everything and is simply beautiful.
With a tight fist, he beated against his chest twice and began to cry. Through sobs, he thanked me for sharing that with him.
Moments like these are always so sacred and special. I never know when they're going to occur or what the outcome will be, but I cherish them nonetheless.