Aberdeen Street
Twenty-five years ago now seems like a lifetime away. I was so young. I recall being a guest speaker at a women’s club called OWN (Older Women’s Network). I can remember at the time thinking how OLD the ladies were. Well the years have moved on and now I am eligible to join!
My memories flood back and I smile inwardly at the event. I had been asked to tell the fortunes of the ladies in the club. Can you imagine talking to a ninety year old and telling her what I could see? “The pearly gates and harps and more besides.”
The house we were gathered in was famous in its hay day. They did not enlighten me fully. This I found very odd. Especially when they asked if I could see any of them as being ladies of the night in a previous life?
What a question to be asked of a psychic? I held my breath and paused to reflect.
“No I could not see that at all. I could hear voices, laughter, music and smell drinking”, was my reply.
They told me that the room we were sitting in was the original parlor where the ladies entertained the men every night. We were sitting in a brothel, the oldest and busiest brothel in Perth.
Now I blushed with embarrassment when it dawned on me that they had set me up to see how psychic I actually was!
What a hoot. No flies on this gang of geriatrics. No one here was in a hurry to enter the pearly gates. No, they were up for anything. I certainly had my work cut out with this group.
As I left that afternoon my sides were aching from the laughter and all the risqué jokes. The joke was on me, is there no limit to the places that spirit takes me to?
When you put your life in the hands of pure spirit you have to be up for anything just like the OWN ladies.
Laughing at ourselves is the greatest gift of all.