Where is lily dale

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Development Circle - May Development Circle - June 2. I went for the memory of my mother. Most of all, I went to explore the limits of my own skepticism and belief. An invitation from the nearby Chautauqua Institution to teach a writing workshop brought me to the area for the week, but it was my novel, Body of Stars , which was still in progress at the time, that pushed me to set foot on the Lily Dale grounds. The professionals who interpret the future from those markings are concentrated in a particular city district, so I saw parallels between my invented world and what was happening at Lily Dale.

Admittedly, fortunetellers and mediums are not synonymous—Lily Dale is all about connecting with those who have passed, while my novel is about the future of the living—but there were enough similarities to pique my curiosity. I wanted to walk the Lily Dale grounds and imagine I was entering the world of my novel, a place where the impossible is made real. Mediums are registered in Lily Dale but otherwise operate independently, and clients are encouraged to research mediums first to find the best fit.

Despite this guidance, I elected not to do much research or make an appointment in advance. I settled for strolling the streets of Lily Dale in search of someone available to take walk-in clients.

I scrawled my first name on the sign-in sheet and sat in the waiting room. She would have loved Lily Dale. The medium finally appeared and led me into her office. She was in her fifties, with neat gray hair, pink nails, and a prominent amber ring on her right index finger. I sat in a plush armchair, my gaze going to the tissue box in a pretty cloth cover by her side. That was something people often did while visiting mediums—they cried.

And then she began. Now, I worry how her fascination with psychics, spirits, and mediums makes her sound. My mother was sharp and funny, independent and ambitious. She stopped working to raise children, but she never stopped learning. She pursued her interest in writing by studying craft, learning about publishing, and drafting novels. When I was a teenager, she started questioning why she worshipped as she did.

She determined that she was only Lutheran because her parents were before her and theirs before them. She began exploring other religions, and in the process, she showed me that the strongest form of belief benefits from intention and self-examination. And yes, she was also drawn to the unknowable and was fascinated by psychics, mediums, and New Age concepts.

Through fiction, I could I subvert my own skepticism and seek mystery and magic. The medium mentioned my mother five minutes and thirty seconds into the reading.

Is your mother passed? For a fleeting moment, I looked over at the box of tissues and wondered if I might need them after all. Maybe something extraordinary was about to happen in that room. Maybe, against all odds and reason, my mother was there in spirit form, waiting to talk to me.

That moment passed as the medium described my mother and our relationship in vague generalities. Nothing felt specific or true. Maybe I was marked. Maybe that loss was written all over my face or in the way I carried myself, everything about me screaming motherless. Why else would someone pay nearly three dollars a minute to listen to a woman pull stories from the air?

In the end, the medium mostly told me about myself.