Introducing…. Mrs Eastwood

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I would like to introduce myself to you
I am known as Mrs Eastwood. I have been working as a psychic since 1991.
Every week, I will be writing a short story for you to read about some of my work.
Some will be Psychic some haunted, some pure miracles but they are all true.
Alejandro’s Story.

I work on the road and one day I went into a suburb about 15km from where I live. I found a kitten that was sickly and unfed.
I felt so sorry for him and decided to bring him home with me.
We nursed him for about two weeks giving him a lot of love and care before allowing him to go outside for the first time. Unfortunately when he did go outside our neighbour’s dog had escaped and chased him.
We searched high and low for him but had no luck in finding him.
Heartbroken, we prayed everyday for his return. We asked the animal kingdom to protect him where ever he had found his way to.
We visualised him coming home and prayed that he would be fed wherever he was.
Four days later I found a cat that had been run over and thought that this was our Alejandro. Another day passed and I was still very sad that this lovely kitten was gone.
I went to work in the same suburb where we initially found Alejandro. A worker in the area came to speak to me and told me that he had spotted him wondering around. I was overjoyed when I found that it was him. I called to him and he came running to me. His paws were hurting and he had been kicked in the face but he was ALIVE!
I felt that I had been given another chance…
Once again I took him home with me and nursed him back to health.
He is a loving homely cat now, and has settled in beautifully with our other pets.
If you would like a reading from me or a would like a question answered or help in some way please send me your name, date of birth and your request as well as a minimum donation of R100 to me and I will answer you.

Either type a comment on this post or if you would like to keep it private please email stuffdidoodles@gmail.com with your request and contact email and I will get back to you with your answer.
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My Simba Chip Factory Complex.

After reading a post on another blog this week it got me thinking… It was kind of a project to write down exactly what was going through your mind at a given time.

It’s crazy! Do you realise how many thoughts go through my mind at any given moment.
Hell, I can swop from worrying about my kids’ performance at school to what I’m going to be making for dinner. Men would pipe up now “that's a woman for you”.

When I reposted the blog to my pages I typed something about how I was no writer but writing has been healing for me. This got me thinking on a deeper level. Since I was a kid I would write about what was going on - my news - and it brought about my own sense of calm. I wrote letters.

I always wanted to be a pen-pal, but until today I’ve been shamefully teased about “belonging to the Simba Chip Factory”.
I was about nine at the time. No nine year old is going to have a perfect vocabulary. They are still learning, having a 7 and 10 year old of my own, I realise that now. I still won’t profess to be a marvellous writer or any kind of writer at all. I write for me.
Writing is immensely healing for me. I tend to see the bigger picture after writing a long newsy letter to a faithful replier. Technology has been upgraded for my pen pal and me over the past year or so, from hand written letter, to BBM and email. You know what’s strange it works the same. It reaches the recipient faster and you get a reply faster but to me it’s still my own form of healing.
How cool is that? Well I think so.

Just the writing in its own makes me think of new ways of dealing with an issue, my anger or sadness dissipates, and I’m a happier person for it. Then you get an answer from said trusted recipient and it helps you further on your road to recovery… or greatness
Since realising that by writing bits and pieces of my past not only helped me heal, but could possibly also help someone else’s healing I decided to start my own piece of online real-estate.
So here I am rambling on again, some of such ramblings reach an audience greater than one.
I still get nervous before posting and think “am I going to be ripped apart again for belonging to the Simba Chip Factory”, and then I take a deep breath and hit post.

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Found this while I was browsing.
Couldn't stop myself from sharing.