Chapter 29 ~ The Psychic Gives Joe a Message from the Spirit World

Chapter 29 ~ The Psychic Communicates with the Spirit World

An arm pushed aside a curtain of beads off to the left of the counter. A tall, slender woman, dressed in a seamless ivory and turquoise loosely fitting long sleeved gown draping over pointed breasts stepped through the beaded curtain. She wore her coal black hair in dreadlocks that fell to her mid back. Joe saw a face almost devoid of color and blue eyes that bore into him as if they were lasers. He wondered when was the last time she stepped into the sun. She tilted her head slightly to the left and said, “I’m madam Li Pul. I knew you were coming. You are seeking someone who is missing in your life.”

Joe said, “Nice to meet you Madam Li Pul. I’m not here for psychic reading or anything like that. I’m hear to talk to Gloria Fallon. I understood I can find her here.”

Madam Li Pul smiled through thin, almost transparent lips that held no warmth. “Gloria is no longer with us, Perhaps I can help if you want to communicate with her spirit.” Her voice rising as if she driving up a long incline.

“I appreciate the offer, but I need to talk to Gloria. It’s personal and private,” said Joe. He noticed Sam wandered away from him and was looking through books in the bookcase. 

Li Pul caught Joe’s glance toward Sam and said, “Your friend appears to be looking through my collection of books on Psychic reading, healing, and communicating with spirits. It’s the most complete collection in Boulder. He is really listening to every word I say and not paying any attention to the books. He is very perceptive and wise.”

That’s what you think. You do not know what you are saying. Joe left his words unspoken. 

Madam Li Pul said, “I will be more direct with you. Gloria is no longer among the living as you think of the living. I can see her, touch her, and speak to her. It is a gift I found when I lived for a year in Gallup, New Mexico.”

Sam turned from the bookcase, “You lived in Gallup?”

“Yes, it is where I met Chief Living Waters. He is a direct descendent of a Navajo shaman. The Navajo venerated the shaman as a healer filled with wisdom who connected to the Creator. Chief Living Waters took me under his personal tutelage. We lived together for the year and he taught me the ways of the Navajo shaman and how to absorb the universe’s healing power. It is a ritual for determining if I was worthy of this power is quite beautiful as well as demanding. I was emotionally exhausted.”

Joe tried to think of an easy exit line. Then Sam spoke, “You saying Gloria Fallon is dead?”

“She died ten years ago. Gloria was a beautiful woman with the voice of angels. I once watched her singing in the park that runs along Boulder Creek. She was sitting at a picnic table near the creek and as she sang, the birds flew down from the trees and gathered at her feet to listen to her. Her soul was gentle and beautiful as her singing. I can see by your eyes the both of you are not believers. I’m afraid I can’t help you. I can only use the power I have with those who have faith in my healing powers. Is there anything else.”

“What you’re saying doesn’t fit with the information we have from our investigator. She said Gloria is a psychic healer and owns this shop.”

“Your information is incorrect. Gloria and I are co-owners of the shop. She left me all her worldly possessions when she died. I never took her name off the deed.”

Sam was about to speak when Joe waved him off. Joe said, “Did Gloria ever say anything about Joe Ritchie? Did you ever meet Joe Ritchie?” asked Joe.

Madam Li Pul closed her eyes and folded her hands together resting them against her breasts and began mumbling a chant. Sam glanced at Joe and rolled his eyes. Joe shook his head letting Sam know to let it go.

When she finished her chant, her eyes remained closed, she said, “I do not know this Joe Ritchie. I see lots of images.” Her arms and hands began to move as if she were painting a picture. She said, “He is a musician. The instrument is blurry. I see musical notes, words scribbled on paper, perhaps a song to go with the music. Gloria comes in and out of my images. I hear the music. It is a love song, it is a beautiful love song.” She gasped and brought her hands to her throat. She said, “Something happened. A tragedy. The music is hard, discordant. It hurt my ears to listen to it. This is all I can tell you. The spirit said I can delve no deeper into this chasm. If I do, it will cause Gloria great unhappiness in the afterlife. You understand?” 

Sam blurted, “This is a bunch of bull. You’re not talking to a couple of fish you kin reel in and serve for dinner.”

Madam Li Pul turned her head slightly toward Sam, “Your attitude is why you have had so many broken relationships.” Madam Li Pul closed her eyes and began to chant in words Joe or Sam never heard.

Joe had an uneasy feeling Madam Li Pul was not leveling with them. He watcher her closed her eyes making rapid movements under her eye lids. Joe sensed Madam Li Pul either knew more than she was saying. Or, she was lying and fabricated the entire scene. In any event, he didn’t believe she saw any images or heard any music. On the way to Boulder, he felt he’d get a good lead on where to find Joe Ritchie. Now he felt it was the end of the road. His last shot was to find the ex con and guitarist Danny Dubliski in San Antonio. 

Madam Li Pul opened her eyes, “Her thin lips barely opened as she softly said, “This vision wore me out. I am swore to secrecy by the spirit world. Please leave. You can place a donation for my time and information on the counter. I am going to rest.” She turned and walked toward the beaded curtains.

Joe said, “Sorry to bother you. Thank you for your time, Madam Li Pul.”

Joe turned to walk out the door. He stopped when he saw Sam standing legs apart, his eyes fixed on Madam Li Pul’s back. 

As Madam Li Pul’s right arm swung up to swish the beaded strings aside, Sam said, “Cut the crap, Gloria. I saw you sing. You had beautiful blond hair back then. I know your voice. It got locked in my mind. My friend Joe is searching for his father and you can help. Are you going to help or are you going to be a jackass. All we’re asking you to do is to let your guard down and help him out. Is that too much to ask of a shaman?”

Author: Ray Calabrese

I am an optimistic, can do, and never quit guy. The spirit of hope indelibly marks my DNA. My research at The Ohio State University helped people discover the best in themselves and change their personal lives, public organizations, and whole communities. I bring the same spirit and enthusiasm to my blog to help those who grieve who find themselves suddenly alone, navigate their grieving. Join my more than 24,300Twitter (@alwaysgoodstuff). I promise my tweets are always good stuff. Please feel free to email me at

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