Bibliomancy, Phone Psychics and Archival Crystals

I wasn't so much in love with P, but I was terribly bored and had been dealing with my workaholism so long I sought other distractions. I meditated a lot and danced. I danced so much I found myself apologizing to my downstairs neighbor for the noise. She didn't mind, she said. She understood.

One of the most interesting things about this time was that I was living in League City, Tx which I found out years later was a dumping ground for at least one serial killer during the years I lived there. The police apparently called it the Killing Fields.

All of the victims met my general description, white burnette, and covered a range of ages. Something that also has struck me about the Ted Bundy spree during which I was traveling, sometimes hitchhiking out west.

In League City there were 4 as of this attached link. Though I can't remember very well the street names, the city was tiny and I'm sure I frequented the convenience store on Main St from which 2 of the victims disappeared.

I was having great crystal visions and other experiences, primarily in my sleep and would sleep with a giant archival crystal that my ex-husband, in his lunatic pain, stole from me. It was so powerful that I smothered it in clay and hit it under the kitchen sink just so I could get some sleep. That's when I lived in a slightly damp--too much a/c against the Houston heat--apartment with not more than carpet and dozens of books lined around the walls. I bought a sawhorse once and stacked its lumber into an altar of sorts upon which I sat odds and ends, burnt lots of incense and kept my rocks.

P. was a psychologist with PTSD. He was 2 years clean from an i.v. speed addiction, the son of an exorcising holy roller from College Station, Tx and a wound up tight lost boy afraid of black people and so horribly depressed that he had leaden paralysis and complained of how hard it was to run with legs that weighed a 1000 lbs a piece.

I was living in League City when the Challenger disaster happened.

Not far from NASA, which was in the next town over, I worked at a hospital, Baywood, in Webster, Tx.

I was already deeply involved with crystals while living here.  I will fill this in sometime later.  The path to working with psychics was already unfolding, but it took a hurricane evacuation of Galveston Island and a near death car crash during it to get me fully on board working with them.  This is also the beginnings of  my path to remote healing abilities and medical intuitive practices.