I met Kerry at the Folsom Renaissance Faire in October of 1995 through a mutual acquaintance, Adel. Kerry stopped by Adel’s Egyptian art booth to say hello. Adel had mentioned Kerry’s amazing clairvoyant ability and since I had never had a reading before, I asked her if she wouldn’t mind giving me one.
I didn’t have any idea as to what to expect. But, taking me by the hand, Kerry closed her eyes and began revealing information so compelling to me that I could not help but accept and identify directly with her comments. The first thing she said to me was, “Oh, you’re a real mother aren’t you.” I found this rather odd. But she proceeded. She told me that she saw me kneeling beside a strangely shaped crib. She said she had never seen such a crib before and that it had a cloth covering, and that I was mournfully kneeling before it. I kept thinking that she was referring possibly to an experience I had had when I was a child and lived in the town of Cedar Lake, Indiana. But she maintained that it was not this life or that place. Then, she looked at me intently. “You were just in England, weren’t you?” she stated. I sat mesmerized. I had indeed been to England within the past few years, but hadn’t told her or Adel. “You were expecting it to be different. It wasn’t what you thought it would be.” This was remarkable to me. I kept seeing the strange steel-blue-gray of London streets and thinking “this is not what I expected!”
In any case, by the end of Kerry’s reading I had learned that the child that I mourned over had been my baby and had died of the plague. The time was that of King Charles and my husband had gone off to battle in the civil war then raging in England. I would never see him again and I had taken on the overwhelming anguish of guilt for the loss of our child. I traveled the country searching many different religions for solace, but found none. I ended up leaving the village and coming across the sea to the New World.
So much of the reading rang true. I even told her, “That explains everything.” I had spent most of my childhood and adult life taking care of children and feeling a sense of guilt that no matter what I did it wasn’t enough. I even maintained the peculiarly dark feeling as a young girl that the worst thing that could happen would be the loss of a family line because the potential father had been killed off in war. I had also belonged to many different religions looking for a peace of mind that escaped me. Kerry’s reading clarified my struggles in this life and her continued counseling has led me to other developments that have advanced the spiritual influence on my life.
As a consequence, Kerry Van Dyke became a close and cherished friend of mine; and our prolonged association has had a profound impact on my life. I have experienced the unexpected with her: an awakening of my spirit, and a relation to the timeless.