I didn't say a word. Not a single word about who I am or what is wrong with mum.
"Oh, with her, it's very deep." Meaning advanced.
"What do you mean by that?" my friend asked.
"It's in the final stages."
Throughout the conversation I did not say a word. I was half suspicious,
half curious. A medium who could know what is wrong with you just
through the telephone? A medium who could heal even from afar and know
what ails a little girl living in another country, a girl the medium has
never ever met before? And now, this medium, just by talking with my
friend could know about my mum's condition and where exactly her tumour
is?
Believe it or not, there are stranger mysteries and unexplained
phenomenon in the world. The medium says the universe has given her a
gift, and she just wants to help people, make people live better, fuller
lives. She's just a simple peasant who one day discovered she had the
ability to know what is affecting someone's health or mind, and she has
the ability to somehow 'heal'.
"Don't do any more treatment. She's already terribly weak. Just feel her
right hand, there is so little energy left." How could the medium who
has never ever met my mother know that? Unless my friend spoke to her
before she called the medium...
"Stop taking medicine. It'll reduce her life. At most she has a year, maybe two."
Whatever the explanation, one thing is for sure, there isn't much time
left. Mum indeed is very frail, very weak. More treatment, more medicine
will eventually kill her, perhaps quicker than the cancer will. As I
said to her before, why spent the remaining days of your life in a
hospital? Why spend the final stage of your journey on earth facing
doctors, facing medical equipment, ad having your life be regulated by
chemicals and medicine? Life is more than that, much more than that...
"She should move. It'll prolong her life a little. It's best for her to
move." How did the medium coincidentally say something that we were
already planning?
The phone conversation ended, and I said nothing except a very faint
thank you at the end. I will probably never see this lady ever. I did
not pay anything, did not give her anything.
There are signs along the way. Sometimes it's a matter of whether you want to heed them
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