Gift of Healing

I have the gift of healing, especially children. Nothing major — a little stomachache, a little injured finger – I can make the pain go away. Perhaps because children are innocent and pure, they accept healing fully and much faster. Healing full grown adults is much more difficult – the body is too dense to accept the grace.

pexels-photo-largeI am also psychic, if you believe in that sort of stuff. Prophecy and precognition, mostly through dreams about things close to me. When I say something, it kind of sticks, you know, like a curse, as long as I am earnest about it.

And if you get me mad enough (usually about an injustice or a cruelty), my wrath will follow you until you get your just rewards. It doesn’t matter if you are on the other side of the world, it will happen, just like watching a Kill Bill movie, but more on a karmic scale.

I can even tell your fortune in cards, but they must be fresh cards and have not been previously used for gambling.

The most basic of all psychic abilities, yes, I can see and sense dead people. Well, not in a 3D graphic way, mostly like an image on my mind if I focus enough. If I can see them as clear as I see me, I would probably be stark raving mad by now.

I would also like to think that the merciful gods have also gifted me with Al Ferasa, as the Arabs call it. This is “a skill where the person can read the other person’s facial and body language and understand and know the truth about their character and intentions.”

It has served me well, has made me eternally watchful of other people. People are interesting in a way that books are, but books and dogs are much, much more companionable, don’t you agree?


Most of the time, I ignore these gifts. I refer to them all simply as common sense.

But if you are intrigued enough, ask me for details in an email and I promise to devote a full article here to satisfy your curiosity. It makes for fantastic and entertaining reading, even if you happen to not believe a word of it.

Till next time.


*I aspire to be justice and mercy combined.

Good advice is like bitter medicine.

This blog was born of a search for a good advice column. Suffice it to say that I searched and found not.


My friends say I give good advice. In fact, in a tight squeeze, it is almost inevitable that I be asked for my advice. That doesn’t mean they take it once given.


I have two true talents that the Good Lord gave – common sense and foresight.


The first one helps me break down complex situations, make sense of them and explain in simpler terms – a gift I found useful when I was a teacher in another life.


Foresight sometimes is a worrisome gift. I see the consequences clear as daylight, picture by picture, different permutations. Sometimes I want to change my name to Cassandra, after the Trojan Princess beloved of Apollo whose prophecies were never believed.


Sometimes. My husband still listens to me, which is like balm to my bruised prophetic skills. We all know he has to be biased.


To prove my point, let me relate a short story.


I was in the UK in 2007. And my host parent of less than a week said “Emily can surely sort him out” pertaining I think to a wayward son who I never had the chance to meet. Well. Enough said.


So. If you think you need some “sorting out”, I am here. Just email me your concerns at and I will surely do my best to help.


Oh. And there is a third talent. But that can wait in another article.





*I aspire to be justice and mercy combined.