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Take a Number

An inside look at my world—the excitement and the constant pressure. Well, it’s never boring.

Sandy Cowen
Feb 26
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Hard to believe but I totally missed sending last Friday’s article!  Well, I didn’t miss writing it, but I screwed up the date for posting. What can I say?  I’ve been particularly busy lately with so many extra souls arriving, a new book out this week, speeches and podcasts approaching fast. That’s no excuse—so I thought I’d send this little sidebar article (two days late)  to you as a mea culpa. See you again, this Friday!

There is always the good and bad, yin and yang, up and down and delightful and dreadful in one’s life. Although some of you may envy the excitement that fills mine routinely—in never knowing which legendary soul from the past is waiting for me to share his or her secrets—there’s also a downside. Try to imagine the disruption all those signals from the “other side” cause when reaching out. I’ve often asked my son and other friends on the “other side” to hold them back for a bit. I’ve suggested a “Take a Number” method.

None of this excitement happens on my timeline, you see. Those eager souls have no concept of time or my schedule—so if one comes, it’s frequent that four or five come along. Their method of contact is energy—or anything electrical. So, welcome to my world.

Here’s just one frustrating example and a little embarrassing one if I ever walk with a friend. I prefer to walk in the evenings since in Arizona, the heat isn’t as intense once the sun goes down. Anyway, on nightly walks I routinely pass a streetlight here or there. Well, they frequently turn off or turn on when I come near. No, there aren’t sensors on them since others can pass by and nothing happens. This is just a signal to me, one of many that somebody is waiting. 

Or, while trying to write my books, Substack articles, outlines of Podcast shows, business correspondence or anything on my computer—surprises often come when the computer suddenly stops, and the desktop goes black. Or one letter will repeat over and over in a word document. Even worse, when all my files and documents on my desktop decide to open simultaneously (sadly, I have countless folders and documents). It’s like a spray of bullets coming so quickly that I can’t close the documents and files fast enough. A better description is like fanning a deck of cards across a table. Now, you get the idea.

It doesn’t end there, since now I’ll let your imagination run wild about what happens with my television, my car’s electrical system, iPhone, smoke detectors and doorbell, ceiling lights and lamps. Random and always unexpected, these little nuisances continue until I recognize someone is there. It’s exhausting.

The upside of the frantic nature of my life is being continually in awe of their eventual messages, the fascinating points they make, the gentleness in their perspective, and the wisdom they share. It’s always at another level and although I try in my simple way to convey what they communicate to me, the majesty of those missives never quite come through because I hear more than just the words. I hear the emotion, the tone, the pregnant pauses, and the love. I try to deliver as I transcribe all that, but that part is a challenge.

Today, waiting on my computer are messages from Margot Fonteyn, George Jones, Madam C.J. Walker, Christine McVie, Michelangelo, Paul Newman, and Billy the Kid patiently waiting for me to put them into some category so I can share them later for readers in a book or article.  An eclectic group like that is not unusual since I’m always caught off guard by the mix of characters who decide to show-up.

So, besides the names I just mentioned, this week I also have Olivia Newton-John, Charles Dickens, Richard Pryor, Benjamin Franklin, Josephine Cochrane, Elsa Maxwell, Susan Sontag, Lilian Gish, Leo Tolstoy, S.I Hayakawa, Steve Jobs, Diogenes, and Bishop Fulton J Sheen waiting for me to receive their full messages. Another group I’d never have dreamed of putting together.

Today I feel overwhelmed.  It will take two weeks to catch-up, while I’m continually being signaled for more. To date, I’ve received more than three hundred and fifty of these legends of the past who select me because I am one clairaudient or medium who takes the time to simply listen and write.

The whining aside, I am abundantly blessed with this gift and having the honor to communicate with all of you in my regular posts and now in my subscriber-only articles, which are coming soon.

So, now I’ll leave you with a lesson from the bountiful life I now lead.

See what comes from being a good listener?

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