Crossing Over, With Megan

If I hadn't been drinking that night, I would have never believed it. But, as is usually the case, I had been drinking, and now I'm a believer.

I was way out in the boonies at a friend's house, partaking in a little girls get together to celebrate the visit of my friend's aunt from New Orleans. An aunt that reportedly could talk to spirits, you see. Being a bit of a skeptic, I was all on board for the special hand holding and spirit talking that we were promised that night with Aunt Spirit Talker. This should be hilarious, I thought, since I used to get a big kick out of the Crossing Over, With John Edward sham.

The first two spirits were meant for others at the table, and as I listed to each one I mentally challenged each connection, waving them off as coincidental or so broad that just about anything would have fit the bill. Oh, you're seeing money associated with the letter M? Who couldn't draw some association with that? Puh-lease, Y'ALL ARE BELIEVING THIS B.S.?!

As luck (or the spirits?) would have it, Aunt Spirit Talker starts calling forth a new spirit, one that is showing her the letter L. Nobody takes the bait, so she continues.

"L? I'm sorry spirit, I don't underst.... oh, EL! The sound EL, possibly someone's name? Elaine? Elenore?"

Give me a break, I think, of course my friend has slipped to AST that my daughter's name is Ella! Then she offers "Ellen?"

Naturally I have to speak up and mention that yes, I have a daughter named Ella but um, no, she's not dead. To which AST says that she is being shown the color red. EXCUSE ME? WTF IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?

"It's a good red, it's a good red!" AST tells me, then veers off course just a bit saying "But maybe Ella's not quite right... It's the letter L. Do you know someone who is departed with the letter L?"

Yes, actually, Ella's great grandmother's name was Lucy. She died about this time last year.

"Lucy? Is this Lucy? YES! It's Lucy. I'm still seeing the color red... And a sidewalk, maybe? Some type of path..."

I don't know? (By now I'm starting to get caught up in the spirits, alcoholic and otherwise, and I really, really want to make a sidewalk connection! Did Lucy and I ever take a walk? Go to a strip mall? Anywhere with a sidewalk?!) I don't know!

And then AST says it. "Something fun and red, for a sidewalk... A pogo stick? Or bike, maybe?"

A BIKE! OMG, A BIKE! THIS MORNING I ALMOST BOUGHT ELLA A RED BIKE!

"Lucy wants you to buy her the bike."

You bet your bottom I bought Ella that bike. The only person that knew I had spent time wandering the aisles of Wal-Mart that morning and had almost, almost bought a little red tricycle was my husband. And when I told his mom (Lucy's daughter) the story the next day she cried and told me that red was Lucy's favorite color.

So maybe all those people in the audience on Crossing Over aren't gullible saps after all! This is what I tell myself. And then I have a drink.