Church

Because my love psychic had told me that religion would help me in strengthening my spirituality, I began looking for churches or temples to attend. Since Buddhist temples were too far, I sought out traditional Christian churches - Presbyterian, Lutheran, Methodist, Catholic, I didn't care.

She stressed that it was important for me to stay positive, have faith and belief that everything will be okay. It was emotionally draining for me to keep this positivity after living my entire life so negatively. Surprisingly, I took a liking to the discipline and the regimented lifestyle of the Catholic religion. I began to pray every night, sometimes multiple times a day, and began attending mass 3-5 times a week. When I told my love psychic how many times I was going to church, she laughed out loud and said,

"Haley, you go to church more than Christians! you're putting them to shame! Since you don't know how much is enough, you'll keep going as much as you can, right?"

She chuckled in amusement, and I felt embarrassed. =\ She was exactly right. Of course! Why wouldn't she be? Should I have any doubt? After a few months of seeing her regularly, she knew me inside out afterall.

Going to church gave me some relief from the madness of having been in the dark for so long. I felt some peace of mind and a warm comfort in my heart when I was there. I often went to church during my lunch hour, to just sit in the empty pews, and pray. Thinking about Ryan helped me get through hard days as well. I would think about how happy I was when I was with him, how I felt on the first day we spent together, laying on his chest, and walking through the park with him hand in hand.

No matter how many services I attended, every single one brought me to tears as I realized how deprived I had been, living without this in my life. I found the music beautiful and the sermons very touching. I used to think that religion was for weak people - people who needed someone or something to believe in for their sanity and life direction. How so blatantly wrong I was...

Serendipitous Connection

In November last year, I put my car up for sale and instantly got calls from all over the country, even a couple from Europe. Because it was a collector's car and I kept it in pristine condition, I knew I'd be able to sell it right away. After showing the car to a couple of interested parties, I still hadn't sold my car. Main reason being that I didn't want to sell my car to someone who would not care for it as much as I did. I had grown a bit attached to my car after having babied it for so long.

Why did I buy have this car in the first place, you ask? Well, the last person that I had dated was into cars. Cars and surfing - those were his obsessions. And because I had been with him for a couple of years, I adopted his enthusiasm for them as well. It worked well enough - we were able to do almost everything together - all that involved cars or surfing. When he and I broke up, the car and surfing stayed with me.

So back to the story. Because I was so put off by the people who had come to see my car and giving me lowball offers, I thought about pulling my car off the market when I got a call from Charlie, my love psychic's husband, who was hunting for a classic car exactly like mine. He came by to take a look at my car and instantly loved it. I liked him from the beginning and ended up selling it to him at a lower price than I originally wanted, because I knew that he would take care of my car. Couple days after I handed over the keys to Charlie, I received a voicemail message from Charlie's wife inquiring about where to maintain the car. I called her back, but her voicemail box was full, so I texted her my mechanic’s information to her.

That following Monday at the end of my day at work, I received a call back from her. I was happy to speak to her about the mechanic that had maintained my car for the past 2 years. But during the phone call, she began to tell me that she knew what I was going through and verbalized exactly how I had been feeling about life - the confusion, the loneliness, the disappointments, my plan to try to leave, all down to the tee. I immediately burst into tears. I was shocked that she knew these things that I had never told anyone. She explained that she was a psychic and wanted to see me immediately to help.

I was suspicious, of course. How could she have known all this? Is she for real? A psychic? They're not for real. Right? But she knew exactly how I had been feeling - the confusion, huge emotional swings, loneliness, void, depression. I decided to see her and left work promptly that evening.

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