(Full disclosure: My husband Randy rolled his eyes so much at this posting, I almost didn’t run it. However times– and deadlines — being what they are, I decided to go for it.)
A few weeks ago I made the mistake of watching “Long Island Medium.” Oh my God. Never again. I’m just not good with this stuff.
Theresa Caputo says the deceased are all around. They make their presence known through birds, scent, flowers, signs, and occasionally touch. Is she real? Is she fake? I can say with a loud, resounding vote of confidence… who knows?
Besides talking to families who’ve lost loved ones (which seems to bring comfort to them), she likes to make surprise visits to local Long Island establishments. “I feel a choking sensation,” she says to some poor guy standing in a deli line. “Did a relative pass who hung himself?” He gives a bewildered shrug while trying to order pastrami on rye. People in her town must see her coming and flee.
Watching these shows is not my problem. I can make fun of her with the best of them. It’s later, at 3:00 a.m. when I get into trouble. I lie in bed, eyes wide open, covers pulled to my chin. The dead are all around, she said? They communicate through touch? Did I just feel the blanket move? Was that my imagination or is Grandpa hogging the covers?
I make my way to the bathroom, convinced spirits are swirling about. Something brushed my ankle! Could that be Floyd, my long-deceased cat? Oh God, what was that sound from the living room? Is Grandma fluffing the pillows?
I try and stay calm, but its too late. I’m starting to cross “the line.” We all have it, that place where we know not to go further. Some people (like wimpy me) find the line easier to access than others. The line is that place between this world and that, the material and the spiritual, and maybe sanity and craziness. It doesn’t take much for me to come against the line and when I feel it, I back away.
I stumbled back to bed, pulled the covers over my head and vowed never to watch “Long Island Medium” again. Maybe we’re not supposed to know what’s on the other side or why we’re here or past lives.
Maybe it’s better we humans stay out of the loop. And I’m okay with that. I really don’t need to know. I’ll sleep better.
From now on, I will stay the course. No more spooky shows. No more Theresa Caputo.
And for God’s sake, I’ll avoid all Long Island delis.
How are you with these shows? Comments are always welcome and if you like, please share. Thank you!