The Ghost I Met In Nashville

For my moms 75th birthday, I insisted we do something extrodinary because it's a once in a lifetime milestone and the world has changed so much since my dad passed.

She hasn't been the same since. None of us have.

She picked Nashville. (Gulp). Those close to me, know music is my first love but country music is not. And being a girl off the sauce, this is not a dream vacation for me. My nervous system was wrecked getting there. Social media was showing me posts of bomb threats on airplanes and security lines outside the venue long. My flight was delayed three hours and I was stuck in traffic on the way, so, yeah. Our first day, however we booked a Women of Country tour at the Grand Ole Opry. The venue was on Mom's bucket list and we for sure weren't going to see Jellyroll perform while we were there so we picked this to do. In the Uber on the way there, I got pinged by spirit. 'give her the gift on stage'. My sister & I bought my mom an estate diamond from Mrs. C.E. Phelps that she pointed out when she visited Jim Thorpe in September and I had no idea when to give it to her. Dinner? Brunch? At the Airbnb? But this tour had us on stage. Or as I learned "in the circle" and I could have sworn it was my dad's voice but my wrecked nerves and self doubt say, nah it was just my imagination right?

I'll spare you details of arriving way to early and hoofing it around the mall desperate for a coffee drip. I will however mention my sister hiding her knife in the bushes because no weapons were permitted on premise of course. She manages a horse ranch and carries for the hay barrels. So we were doing great so far.

The venue was beautiful. I only knew who three singers were out of every seven or eight that flashed on a scrolling LED screen in front of us. The historic presentation brought my mom and sister to tears, I on the other hand had different, spiritual/political feelings.

When we got to the backstage entrance where the musicians would enter the venue, that's where it happened. I wasn't paying attention to the tour guide (I'm an asshole I know).

I was too mesmerized by the display behind us.

And as I was taking a picture I felt someone with me - not a person in the group because I had stepped away to capture these colors - the redl, black and green. "It's a beauty ain't it? I hope you feel welcome."

It was a telepathic message.

Spirit.

Then I felt her. A female, mid life. comedian.

Slowly I put my phone back in my pocket.

I turned, saw a woman who I thought was the maid from the Brady Bunch, Ann Davis.

My mom came to me "I know you don't want to be here but Maybe you'll feel someone. Do you feel anything?"

Mom's always know.

I didn't tell her at that moment because we were mid tour and I was already being rude by taking the photo away from the group. Then the tour guide pointed to a larger- than- life canvas behind us and we all turned around and and heard her say "Minnie Pearl, in her famous hat with the price tag still on was happy to greet people right here in this spot."

Oooohhhhhhhhhhhh.

Wait.

OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Not the Brady Bunch lady. Got it.

When we got "in the circle" on stage it was a photo moment for the venue to make money, as they do but the photographers batteries ran out of juice and that for sure was my sign. So I reached into my purse and handed my mom her ring and said Happy Birthday. We ruined the photo with our tears. Then the tour guide the other two people sing happy birthday to my mom (and my sister) it was her birthday too....and that was even more embarrassing than my sister hiding her knife in the bushes. So that's my Nashville ghost story.

Not creepy, eerie or blood curdling.

I met Minnie Pearl and didn't even know it.

If you've made it this far, I want to tell you that I'm excited to announce that Magick School is going to have Reiki I (May 3rd) and II certifications in (MAY 31st)with Stacy Hein and I'm jazzed because this was a 3am get me out of bed message from my guides and now it's all happening. I'm posting info on VenusRisingInc.com in minutes. Thanks for reading my Sunday Spirit Stories!

XO - MG