The Vision. Linda Blum
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drive, as there was hardly any traffic on the roads. Lately, however, that wasn’t the case. Here it was 6:30 a.m. and he was facing a traffic jam already where tempers flared and nasty hand gestures were commonplace. Ren sighed as he sipped on a protein shake. The tension and weariness he was feeling wasn’t solely due to the traffic, it was also because of Judy.
When he finally reached the gym, he had ten minutes to spare giving him enough time to review his client’s profile. Opening the file, he noticed only a first name was given. There was no surname, address or phone number listed. Scanning down the page he noted the woman’s age, she appeared to be in good health, exercised regularly and had requested Ren for her first consultation. A strange feeling came over him as he read on. After a few moments, he shook this emotion away and laughed at his so called premonition, chalking it up to his wife’s influence.
When his client finally showed up, Ren however, was shocked to realize his insight was right on the mark. The woman happened to be someone from his past. A person he would prefer to leave there.
“Ren!” she said sweetly giving him a hug. “It’s nice to see you.”
“Sonya, it’s been a long time,” he answered back, not returning her hug.
“Yes it has. How is Judy?” she asked.
“She’s great,” Ren lied.
“I’m glad. We’ll have to get together and talk about old times.”
As Sonya babbled on about how she missed Judy and should call her, Ren tried to figure a way out of this consultation. He realized there was no one else available, so he drew on his professionalism to help him get through it.
The hour with Sonya was hell. Ren had to assist her in everything. When they used free weights, she expressed that she couldn’t get the form right, so he would have to hold her arms in place. Doing circuit exercises was no different. On every machine, Ren had to move her body in the right position. Never before did he have to provide this much assistance to a client. When he tried to encourage her to workout on her own, she’d drop a weight on the floor, or use the machines improperly. Ren wondered if her lack of skill was genuine or just an act. He wouldn’t put it past her to fake it.
When their time was up, Ren was relieved. Sonya expressed interest in coming back for another appointment, but Ren recommended taking a beginner weight training course instead. At first she objected, but he eventually convinced her otherwise.
After she left, a feeling of dread washed over him. He was wondering what he was going to say to Judy when her friend Hope walked in.
“Hi Ren,” she said cheerfully.
A twinge of panic came over him. He didn’t want Hope to see Sonya and alert Judy.
“You’re here early.”
“I’m always here at this time,” she said giving him a weird look.
Ren looked at the clock on the wall nervously.
Hope stared intently at him. “You all right?”
Ren expressed concern about Judy, explaining how she just quit her job and about her nightmares. He figured she would assume his mood was due to his wife, which for the most part was true. Thankfully she didn’t realize it was because of Sonja. They discussed Judy until Hope had to leave for her aerobics class. After she left, Sonya appeared.
“I signed up for the beginners program, as you requested. I’m looking forward to taking it.
“That’s great,” he said.
“Well I should be going. Say hi to Judy for me.”
Ren felt terrible. How was he going to tell Judy about Sonya?
Hours later, Judy awoke to the noise of nails clicking on the vinyl flooring. The rhythmic sound of someone pacing began to stir her awake. When it finally stopped, she felt the mattress slightly sink, a wet nose rub up against her hand and the slight heaviness of a body rest at her side.
Judy moaned. “I can take the hint, I’m getting up.”
Sam, her dog, licked her face and started wagging its tail, but would not move.
“I love you too girl.” she said. “But, you have to get off of me.”
She looked at Sam as if this explanation was sufficient enough for her to move. The dog however, didn’t budge. They stared at each other for a few seconds until Judy gently pushed her off and got up.
The grandfather clock chimed 8 o’clock. Judy realized it was going to be one of those rushed mornings, as she made her way to her son’s room. Jay was still sleeping when she entered. She was about to wake him, but stopped. He looked so adorable with his ruffled blonde hair sweeping across his forehead and his dark lashes resting over closed baby blue eyes. In his arms were his favourite stuffed animals, Twinkles and Red.
Too many, Jay appeared to be just a normal nine year-old boy, but he was so much more. His gentle and caring ways along with his intelligence gave one the impression that he was an old soul. Judy credited his soft demeanour to his psychic abilities. These tendencies first appeared when he was a toddler. Now that he was older, they seemed to be getting stronger. Recently, he was able to feel the subtle energies around him, as well as see and sense spirits or shadows, as Jay called them.
At first she was concerned about this, as she too had these abilities and remembers feeling overwhelmed by them when she was young. It didn’t help that no one could ever explain what was happening to her and half the time didn’t believe her. Most people chalked it up to a child with an over active imagination, except her mother. She always believed in her, but unfortunately her father didn’t. Over the years she tried desperately to ignore this, but it would not go away. Unfortunately, she grew up feeling like she was different and didn’t belong. When Jay’s abilities began to intensify, she decided it was time to explain to her son what being a clairvoyant meant, hoping he would understand this. To her surprise, Jay was quite confident and unafraid of it whereas Judy, at times, felt just the opposite.
Jay stirred and opened his eyes. “Hi Mom” he said smiling up at her.
“Hi sweetie, it’s time to get up and get ready for school.”
Jay got out of bed and gave his mom a hug before heading towards the bathroom. Judy was making his bed when he came back in his room and got dressed. She sensed a pair of eyes on her and stopped what she was doing. She turned around and noticed her son staring intently at her.
“What’s wrong Mom?”
“Nothing, I’m fine.”
“You feel funny.”
“I’m just tired.”
She hoped this explanation would be sufficient, but obviously it wasn’t. Jay suddenly jumped onto his bed to look her straight in the eyes. A wave of gentle energy drifted through her, making her feel like he was trying to look into the very depths of her soul to figure out what was going on.
“Jay what are you doing? You are going to be late for school.”
Jay didn’t say anything, but kept probing. After a few moments, he leaned over and gave her a kiss.
“You’ll get your answers soon. I know you will Mom,” Jay said confidently.
He left the room, leaving a stunned Judy staring at his back. When she regained her composure, she headed downstairs. The sound of cupboards banging and dishes clanging could be heard when she got closer to the kitchen. When she entered, she saw Jay grabbing a cereal bowl and the milk from the refrigerator before sitting down at the table to prepare his breakfast.
“I could have gotten you something to eat,” Judy said.
“Thanks, but I am getting older you know and can do things myself,” Jay advised.
“I think you’re growing up too quickly,” Judy muttered.
Jay looked up from his bowl of cereal.