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“Yes, it’s good of you to tell me, Curio, I’m quite sure I can use your information, as it makes perfect sense. I’m sure I’m psychic myself, as I have just demonstrated. I pick up vibrations. Whenever I walk into an old building, or sometimes just walking along the road, I begin to sense that there was some kind of trauma that went on there. I look into the history of the place and discover that some kind of distress took place there,” said Trevor Clement, who had rang Curio for a reading.
Curio had been unaware that Trevor was also a practising psychic, and wished to discuss techniques and experiences with him. It was quite a pleasant surprise for Curio to find a fellow medium with whom to exchange thoughts. He had given him a reading, and it was fairly typical. Trevor, who was 46, wore steel rimmed spectacles, had thin wispy hair, and wore stone cord jeans with a white polo top. Trevor had offered to give Curio a reading, which he had accepted. His technique was different to Curio’s but the result was similar.
He had closed his eyes and had laid a hand on Curio’s shoulder. ‘I feel you are a strong person. Good natured and talented’. After five minutes, he had felt a presence within his mind.
‘Sarah. I’m getting a Sarah. Blond hair, about thirtyish.’. Curio had had to think for a few moments.
“Yes,” he had said, “One of my tutors when I was in uni”. Trevor had then let go of him, a big smile creased across his face.
“Very good,” Curio had said. “I’m impressed. Sarah must have died”. He had looked saddened.
“I haven’t reached your standard yet,” Trevor had said.
“If that was anything to go by, you’ll be overtaking me rather soon”.
Curio had been given a saucer of digestive biscuits. He ate the last of them and looked at the small crown dynasty plate as though willing for more to appear.
“Yes, traumatic incidents leave an imprint in reality at the place of the disturbance,” he said. “The sensations from it enable us, psychics, to pick up on its meaning. We can feel that something happened there, some event, but we must also decipher what actually happened.
Through the feelings we gain we can work out just what the cause of the disturbance was, and work our way backwards to the source. It is possible to discover exactly what happened, and should you check up its history, if it’s available, then they should match exactly. Checking what happened is simply a formality to please those who still harbour doubts. As the disturbance is so major, it must have some resonance within the plane it is in, and maybe others that are perhaps parallel, and that includes our dimension, hence our picking up its vibrations. That’s what I believe”. Trevor nodded. Curio continued: “Maybe there are other Earths where the deceased go. I mean, look up into the sky. There’s infinity in all directions, and with pro-creation ongoing, then there has to be infinity to house those that have crossed over. From the earth’s creation, the very first life forms must have had some form of soul, or energy in order to have movement, and when that died, it must have transferred somewhere. Was it the first form of life to enter the spirit world? There’s plenty of space out there to take the deceased, unseen to ours eyes, but there nonetheless”. He pointed upwards.
“Space,” he said. “A Parallel universe where everything goes upon death. Although, I don’t know what the planets or stars are for. Another mystery, I suppose. Maybe they are havens. With space being so vast, they could be like other countries are to us. I believe spirits can choose whether or not to stay in that place, or be born into this world in a form of their choosing. Or maybe another world, a different earth, a different reality”.
“Yes,” said Trevor, nodding, “Certainly”. He stood up and crossed to the mantle-piece where there was a bulging wallet.
“What’s the damage?” he asked.
“Twenty,” said Curio, standing up. Trevor handed him a note and they walked into the hallway. Curio shrugged on his coat.
“I hope you do well, anyway,” he said, zipping up.
“Yes,” said Trevor. “It’s not easy, but still, you’ve given me more scope to work on”.
They shook hands.
“See you again,” said Curio, then closed the gate behind him, and walked around a corner.
He waited at a crossing, and vehicles pulled up at the line. As he crossed, his mobile phone rang, and he hurriedly retrieved it. The number it was displaying was unfamiliar. He walked across to a small patch of grass on the side of one of the paths that led to a supermarket. He answered it, covering his other ear.
“Hello,” he said, “Curio Enchantment”. Even though he had given both of his numbers out, most of the people who called for readings called his landline.
“Curio…I need to see you again as soon as possible. It’s Malcolm. Remember you gave me a reading, and told me to go and see an ‘Ian’ at the pier-head? Well you were right, he was there, and he tried to kill me…He tried to kill me. I need you to get in touch with my Dad again. Ian knew him, and he was involved in some weird cult or something. I need to know what he was involved with. Can I see you as soon as…I’ll pay you more”.
“Well,” said Curio. “I could meet you at the same place as last time if you wish. How long will it take you to get there?”
“No. Come to my parent’s house. I’ve got it on video, and there’s more objects there of my father’s”.
“Er…Ok,” said Curio, “What’s the address?”.