I was thinking of a man I that nursed when our local nursing home first opened.
He was a Knight of the Southern Cross and instramental in having the local nursing home built.
I tried unsuccessfully to find out the population of Goolwa back then.
Suffice to say it was still small enough to have a country town mentality.
I respect people’s religious beliefs as long as they respect that I don’t believe.
Someone told him that I was a clairvoyant or more accurately that “I see dead people”
He asked if I saw anyone around him and I described two people whom he identified — one was his late wife.
I told him that I spoke to my Dad (deceased) and he obviously told this story to visitors one day:
I walked into his room to attend to something and was ridiculed by some woman about talking to my Dad.
Being ridiculed doesn’t bother me (been on the receiving end of this since the seventies) but she was implying that a dying man was deluding himself that there was “life after death”.
Which annoyed me.
Off on a tangent now
This started me thinking about how I was later put on continuous Tramadol which made me feel like the walking dead:
I was nasty and paranoid and it blocked my clairvoyance
I was ignored by doctors for several years until I thought it had to be the medication and stopped it myself.
(finally a doctor told me it was the Tramadol and listed me as allergic.)
I have since heard several horror stories of people hallucinating:
One this year from my son who was put on Tramadol after hip replacement surgery:
He said he was abusing his wife and hallucinating.
The medical system are aware that Tramadol has serious side effects but still prescribe it.
That is why I liked watching New Amsterdam, it covered real issues and high lighted the power of drug companies/a k a multinational gods.
I googled =
Have a great day
I love the meaning of this word
The quote is from chopra.com One of the most common translations of namasté is “The divine light in me bows to the divine light within you.”