Many years ago, I went to see a clairaudient at the behest of a friend. I’d been seeing, very casually and infrequently, a guy I’d met in high school (a couple years ahead of me in school). As much as we got along, he had little clue exactly what to do with me or how to make it work between us, despite us getting along exceedingly well. His surname name, old-world and sturdy. To put himself through SUNY New Paltz, he learned tree maintenance. This consisted of climbing damaged or dangerous trees with spiked-arches on his boot bottoms while carrying a heavy chainsaw, then cutting dangling limbs or taking the entire tree down altogether. His surname matched his personality: brave, strong, rugged in every sense; as a personality, he was all those things plus kind, friendly and quite funny. He was incredibly outgoing – boisterous, even – had a lot of friends – never had a “real” girlfriend that I know of – but was a favorite in his crowd. Everybody loved this guy. (They still do.)
Much to my confusion, I made him very nervous – which was quite clear – yet, he kept coming around and I kept accepting his date invitations. Our dates were simple, always fun, never fancy nor expensive. They were memorable, and thoughtful. He fished for bluefish, so we had that for a meal he prepared. He grew vegetables, and walked me through the side yard of his home telling about every seed, its growth life and what happened after the harvest. He knew an Irish guy who happened to be a fairly well-known Irish poet, so we went into the city for a poetry reading (yes, a poetry reading) at a hip and artsy downtown New York bar decorated with all things KGB and Russian…for an Irish poet. He was nothing but irony and incongruity – which happens to be a good combination for my too-busy brain. (Thankfully, my current partner is very much like this, too; otherwise, I’d be bored to pieces and, likely, long gone by now.)
Anyway, the clairaudient recorded our session, there in her nearly all-white office with desk and two chairs. She was plainly dressed and slim and young and naturally pretty, and I recall doubting her legitimacy based on all those things. What was I expecting? A gypsy with fringed shawl and bony fortune-telling fingers seated at a small round table, a hazy crystal ball between us? Yeah, probably exactly that. After she explained her connection process, she turned on the recorder and began my reading.
In a nutshell, here is what she said (and you will see why I am telling you all this, shortly):
“You are dating/seeing/being courted by a man who likes you very, very much but he is confused about you and has no idea what do to with you or how to integrate you into his life. You feel good to him. He is tall and sturdy, and can go deep – like a tree…he works with trees and his last name is a European-based name meaning “of the trees” or “from the trees or forest.” He may be German…maybe Dutch or Belgian…he wants to help you trim your trees, help you with your trees…”
I sat there, utterly speechless. His last name is, indeed, Dutch/Belgian. It means someone who lives in a forest or is an occupational name for someone who worked in one. Literally, “Of the forest.”
She continued about him for moment, telling me about the long row of pin pine trees that lined my long driveway at the time, how he wanted to trim them (he did offer to do that), and how one day they would be taken down by a different man who had no intention of saving the land. [This came true, by the way, shortly after I sold that home and land to a landscaper…who immediately felled every last one of those old pines after reassuring me he was going to take care of the trees. Super Storm Sandy blew through the weekend this friend was to work on my trees; I put him off for safety sake, plus he had other jobs of greater import following the storm. My trees never had any issue in storms.]
The clairaudient then told me I had “a massive, protective dragon – it’s orange with touches of purple – over my shoulder everywhere and anywhere” I go. It is not a spirit animal but Spirit itself, in this form, she said. She did not know its gender but somehow I never needed to ask. So, the opening lines of a note from one of my staff, today, regarding the I Ching for my birthday (yesterday) – that included a powerful dragon and dragon energy – speak to me very loudly!
The strength and force of Dragons
Inspiration in its primal presence
Portends Great Success
So, too, does the part about beginning anew creatively. I have a studio of supplies, a head full of ideas, and yet have not been able to get myself in there for anything more than tidying and touching my art supplies and books and wistfully saying “Hi” to the space, then leaving, no art made.
It feels like I am constantly missing a part of myself, despite carrying it around in me all the time.
As for my forester friend, he remains one of the good guys. I heard from him last several months ago, and social media tells me he may have, finally, found a woman strong and deep (and fun) enough to match him, nicely. My dragon is still following me around, everywhere.