When you are about to be 42 Years Old, Look Out

Best Gal is the best. She calls me on December 1 to remind me of a birthday event she has planned for me that evening. My embarrassment was heard across the phone line as she laughs and realizes I’ve forgotten. I sheepishly remember a discussion we had before I jetted to Montreal on business. I am quickly forgiven and Best Gal asks me to be there as close to 6 pm as possible. A special guest had been invited to the party and for me not to be late.

I drove at a decent pace and dropped kid off with husband. Back out and 20 minutes later I’m arriving and meeting Charles, who is introduced as “my birthday present”. He is mid-20s and something in appearance akin to Kris Angel or a younger less Canadian Great Kreskin. Look out, Best Gal has hired us a Medium, bedecked and bedazzled in jewels, retro hoodie and fabulously thick Egyptian-inspired black eyeliner.

Charles is not just any young channel of the wise ones past, but one who could tell me what my late aunt on my maternal grandmother’s side passed from, my recent part-time professional development subject focus plus how I am surrounded by peace and have a purpose to fundraise for charity. Wow. Humbling, accurate and very uplifting.

He wished me all the best at the end of the reading and emphasized that what he provides is information for people to consider or use to make positive life changes. He was both authentic and mysterious in my estimation. Uses phrases that I’ve heard my parents or relatives use almost exclusively, as if the words flowed through him and were not of him.

We ended the evening with others in the house taking turns at their tour of the universe according to Charles. I hope their whirlwind excursion was as sweeping and useful as mine.