A Brief History

I have not always been a person of vast years and even vaster proportions. Once upon a time back some thirty or more years ago I was slim and considered by many to be attractive. I had drawn my second daughter’s birth chart whilst still in the maternity hospital so I knew she had potential as a dancer. A friend of mine had enrolled her daughter in a local dance school and I thought this might prove a useful thing for myself to do. My daughter stayed and progressed, my friend’s dropped out preferring gymnastics. I joined a class for mothers that taught us modern dance and also one of the stretch classes. There was quite a strong clique of ladies who did not make newcomers welcome but I made friends with three who were also on the outskirts of the group. Times changed, people came and went. Eventually along came Dragon and her younger sister with their daughters. At this time I was established as the scenery designer for the dance school and I also collaborated on special effects and scenery for the theatre group. We had a male choreographer named Jerry and as he sang in a band and my then husband also ran a band we were good friends, supporting each other at gigs and working on committees together. I suppose I should add here that he was definitely a hunk and the ladies did lust after him to some extent.

Local factory owners originally built our local community center, for the benefit of their large number of employees, and it is a huge building. During the hay day of ballroom dancing it housed the world semi finals and people flew in from around the world to compete in the ballroom. The stage area was in size as large as many theatre stages. I was frequently the only person moving scenery and setting up backdrops so it was tiring and I also never got to see the shows from the audiences’ perspective.

I was more than happy to have help from some of the other parents but mostly they wanted to sit and gossip whilst they waited for lessons to finish. I must have seemed privileged to have a closer relationship with the Dance School head although it was in truth a business one more than a friendship. I knew that there was a certain set that seemed antagonistic towards me for what ever their reasons were and I also knew that many who sought me out were doing so because I was good at predicting future events. To be honest I had little in common with anyone there and it was no great discomfort to me that I was not invited to Tupperware style parties or similar social gatherings. I worked, I had my family to take care off and I also had an allotment that took up a fair amount of my free time. If they wished to talk about me behind my back it was certainly nothing for me to become upset about. My daughter became firm friends with Dragon’s daughter and in time I discovered two things in common with Dragon. She had worked as a reader and she also liked opera.

I must point out to anyone who is reading this and is not psychic that years ago it was difficult to find other psychics, and being psychic can be a hard lonely place. We tended to frighten people as if they suspected us of knowing everything about them and there were others who wanted to use our ability without respecting our humanity.
Through our daughters’ friendship I was invited to occasional family parties and social gatherings. We used to gather for an Indian style meal in the spring when we would all cut back the gardens for Dragon. I did not have any other friend’s in common with her and to be honest our interactions were sporadic. Some of the set that she was close to had no qualms in allowing their husband’s to touch other women in an intimate manner and this was a style of behaviour that I personally found offensive.

I had another daughter and this gradually caused me to back away from the Dance School and the committee work. Other interests came into my life and the older girls had a falling out that took me out of regular contact with Dragon for a few years. My marriage ended and I eventually retired so that there was more free time on my hands and I again resumed my visits to her home, although more often than not I would see her in the chat rooms that we were now working in. We collaborated on the Triangle of Life project and I did put a lot of effort into the CD book, largely as it brought my daughter’s artistic ability to a wider audience. Yes I have been her chief confidante and yes there are things that I will not tell here or anywhere else. In her diatribe of accusations she tells how she shielded me from other people’s nastiness. I can translate that from Dragon speak and what it means is her friends said nasty things about me and she kept quiet because to defend me would have put her on the outside of the group and she cannot abide that.