Oops I Did It Again

Tonight I attended my monthly Mandala drawing class.  I love this class and the teacher, Meg McGrew.  Each month she gives us a theme.  We meditate on the theme and then draw a mandala on that theme.  So maybe that's why I made my huge ethical error tonight.  I left there and was feeling all relaxed from the meditation and breathing exercises and decided to stop at my local grocery store.  At the checkout, the cashier was complaining to the guy bagging my groceries.  "My soccer team sucks," he said.  "We're going to crash this season."

And all of a sudden I felt a strong, very strong, grandfatherly male energy around him.  This happens from time to time, and I usually ignore it.  But then the bagger walked away and it was just the cashier and me.  He put the last bag in my cart and I blurted out, "You'll start winning after the third game."

I froze.

I had NOT intended to say that.

"How do you know?" He said softly.

I suddenly realized that I sounded like a creep, like a gypsy fortune teller.  "You vill vin zee game on Saturday.  I see it through my crystal ball."

I felt my cheeks burn red.  I muttered, "I'm a medium and your grandfather's with you."  Then I pushed my cart and practically ran out of there.

I wanted to tell him that I thought he was named after this grandfather.  I wanted him to know that he was meant to be on a losing team because it was guiding him toward his soul purpose -- uplifting the underdog.  He had a useless coach and this had a purpose too; he was meant to be the mental/emotional coach for his teammates.  I could have talked to him for a very long time.  That's how strong this grandfather's energy was.  But . . . and here's the important part . . . I had no right to.  He hadn't asked for that.

I still feel bad about what slipped out, but, wow, that grandfather's energy was really, really strong. So, to all you fellow intuitives out there, don't meditate and shop.  It's a dangerous thing!

Hope you all had a happy and drama free day.