pattie-mclaineblog: August 2013

NEVER READ FOR YOUR LOVER!

In my memoir are lots of different stories about my life, a few about the men I've known named Michael: Clients, friends, and lovers. One of my famous clients was the late author Michael Crichton, who sent me many people for readings, some of whom were also famous Hollywood personalities. However, the Michael I want to write about today was a country-western singer I met at an A.R.E. conference at Asilomar in Pacific Grove, California, around 1970. Michael wrote songs and played guitar. Sitting on the sand dunes near the peaceful, blue Pacific, he played his guitar and sang to me--beneath blue summer skies that matched his blue eyes. Michael was a Pisces, and as you can see, he was very romantic.

At the time I was living in Sherman Oaks in Southern California; Michael lived in West Covina. In those days he sang in various lounges of the Hungry Tiger restaurants. In my urgent desire to help him launch his professional career, because he could really sing, I was dragging various friends and clients to the Hungry Tiger for his weekend performances. And at the time my clients were telling him what a great psychic I was. Naturally, Michael wanted me to read his cards.

I had only been doing readings less than four years, but nonetheless, I had this strong sense that it might not be such a good idea to read for a man I was dating. When people give me permission to "read" for them I tend to see just about everything going on around them. And, against my better judgment, on our kitchen table that summer I gave Michael a reading. Among other things I saw in his cards was the following:

"You're going to meet a redheaded, Scorpio woman, five years older than you, divorced with two children, a boy and a girl, and after a whirlwind romance you're going to marry her within eight weeks. On top of that, you'll have a son together." AND...what I had just said perfectly described me and my children. Michael and I had been dating for about six weeks by then. I stared at his cards in genuine amazement, feeling fully at a loss.

Michael sat there staring at me with his face flushed red.

"I don't know if I'm talking about myself, Michael. Honest, I don't. This is going to happen within the next six to 18 months." I felt so very uncomfortable...I didn't know what else to say to him.

Well, right after that Michael stopped calling and taking my calls. I had also seen a brunette Capricorn woman in his cards. Needless to say, I was devastated when he dumped me. And I honestly didn't know if I was the woman in his cards.

That Labor Day Weekend, my actress friend Susan Strasberg and I drove up Route 1 into the Big Sur in 450 SL Mercedes. We were lucky to get a room at an inn. We had dinner at Nepenthe's, sipping wine and discussing all the men in our lives who had broken our hearts at one time or another, including our ex-husbands. Each day we would meditate under the trees, with me continuing to feel so devastated and forlorn because of Michael. On the last day, we hiked up a trail to where we could see the sparkling, blue Pacific, and I sat down in my poor me mode again, thinking how alone and unloved I was...when all of a sudden, this powerful surge of energy swept straight through me clear up through the top of my head, with this direct realization that filled my entire being:

I was not alone. I had never ever been alone. There were myriad beings surrounding me that were evolving the same as I was. I would never ever be alone again!

My experience was COSMIC and indelibly imprinted in my mind FOREVER. Talk about getting over a guy fast! And meanwhile, I'd also learned that in the past few months Michael had hit on two of my closest girlfriends, both named Susan, probably reason enough to forget about him as well.

To wit: Eleven years later, country-singing Michael called me for a reading. I was surprised, but also rather curious. His singing career had never really amounted to much, unfortunately, when he had a great deal of promise. And, interestingly, he was divorced.

Guess what?

Six months after Michael broke up with me, he was singing in the lounge at Harrah's Club in Reno, Nevada, when he met a redheaded, Scorpio woman, five years older than him, divorced with two kids, a boy and a girl, and he married her within eight weeks.

BINGO!

Of course, that day he also said that he should have married me instead of her. That his son should be my son. Sure!

That was when I told Michael about my experience of BEING LOVE in the Big Sur; how I needed to thank him for forcing me to seek out one of the most profound spiritual experiences of my entire life.

Since then, I NEVER give readings to men I date. NEVER READ FOR YOUR LOVER, since you're likely to find out things you'd rather not know about! But I did give Michael an accurate reading, didn't I?

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