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| A Visit From Ruth |
| Ruth Burnett is a psychic of amazing ability who was very well known locally. She was the "resident psychic" for a local radio station and did readings on the air. Additionally, she had a thriving private practice and also taught psychic development classes. She was also a published author. My inititial contact with her came as a result of a chance (?) meeting at a psychic fair. I was having tea with another reader and I told her that I felt as if I hadn't achieved my full psychic potential, and I was wondering what I could do to encourage its further development. She knew Ruth and gave me her telephone number. I didn't delay, I had a good feeling about meeting Ruth, so I called her the minute I got home. We spoke on the phone for maybe 15-minutes. She invited me to visit her that afternoon, and I was thrilled! I originally contacted her to sign up for her psychic development classes. Ruth told me that I didn't need the classes. However, she did stress the importance of daily meditation and psychic exercises. She reinforced the importance of some of the things that I was already doing, and gave me some encouragement. We talked for several hours and at the end of the day, we did readings for each other. I saw Ruth off and on over the next year or so. A family tragedy removed me from my ususual social scene for nearly an entire year, and I lost track of her at that point. Eventually, I heard from another reader that Ruth had been ill with pancreatic cancer, and had died very soon after being diagnosed. I was saddened to learn of this. Ruth had a hard life, but instead of feeling sorry for herself, she helped other people and tried to move forward in her own life. ANYWAY, one night, I was working at my computer. I was actually composing my own eulogy for Ruth, to keep in my spiritual journal. I had missed her services and wanted to honor her in some way. All of sudden, my stereo speakers started giving off a static sound. The reason this got my attention so well is that my stereo was off at the time. LOL! Simultaneous to that, I felt such a strong presense with me. I had this strong feeling that Ruth was acknowledging that I was remembering her. I went to bed wishing that I could somehow verify that I had a legitimate experience, a visit from Ruth that was real. I was awakened early in the morning by a wierd honking sound. I discovered that a flock of Canadian geese had landed in the yard. Ruth was from Canada. I had lived in this house for nearly ten years. In all of that time, I have never once had geese land in my yard, nor have they returned since. I knew in my heart that Ruth had sent them to validate my experience. This page is another way to honor her. Not only did she help me in life, but she visited me after her passing. I will not forget her! |