Sounds Probable

She didn’t even hesitate from speaking as I stopped before her. “What have you done?” I had stopped, but now I stopped even more. I stared up at her. She may only be five foot two (or three) inches tall and I meanwhile, was only around four foot two, however, with her standing on the top front step that added at least two further feet to my visual reference. So she now appeared at least as tall as the police officer I had been stopped by, and possibly more imposing as well. Her face appeared to me definitely a lot more terrifying than the policeman’s. You may also recall that we (especially the children) very seldom used the front door (see blog April 23^rd 2012), and we were supposed to come and go from the back door and the high flight of concrete steps. So, for my mother to suddenly appear from the front door, effectively stopping my passage towards the back yard and the back door meant something significant.

Then, there was the other very scary aspect. You do recall my earlier mentions of my mother as ‘the witch’ (see blog 14^th May 2012).  That possession of her aforementioned ‘psychic’ abilities which were very popular with many of the local women, and a few ‘special’ guests. The (locally) renowned foresight my mother had, for challenging (and channelling, if you understand some of the concepts), the many possible futures, was just that little bit scary (Particularly to we young children). She could often be quite accurate (or perceptive) when relaying what she sensed. We were always sent from the room on the occasions when a guest would arrive to ‘consult’ my mother (certainly adding to the mystic and the ‘witch’ label we children considered her for. That was usually with neighbours and guests. Generally though, her ‘psychic’ feelings were never that good when family members were involved. That was not something we were really able to understand for some years. And many situations later. That sort of information cannot be gleaned in an instant, but took years of quantifying results to come to that realisation. We were never able to win a lottery by her being able to pick the numbers, or achieve any other milestones without our own hard work and dedication, but many others received apparent help, from the information she provided them with from their talks about what she experienced. At that instant of course, my mother standing on the front porch, and before she had even looked properly at me, had identified that I had done something wrong. Coupled with the fact that she stepped out the moment I was arriving, suggested one of her premonitions had occurred. You have to admit to an eight year old, such abilities were un-nerving and uncanny. Apart from thinking; ‘Would I ever inherit the skill? Would I ever be able to predict what was going to occur before it did?’ There was the other side of the coin. “Oh No! She knows everything!”

(Continued tomorrow)