Over and over, Caputo threw out bait that was either hit on or not. Years, numbers, common types of maladies and accidents. And she stuck real close to the front few rows, because of course those tickets were sold first to the true Caputo fans — the true believers, the ones who most desperately wanted to hear from their lost loved ones one more time. But the sinister side was what was truly there for those who were looking past the slight-of-hand. Tears flowed and flowed.
All around Amsoil Arena, hands were dabbing at faces with tissues. The crowd laughs. She walks out into the audience, trailed by two high-definition cameras that feed the action onto three screens, switching back and forth to whichever camera has the most effective angle.
Meanwhile, staffers run around as she works the room, getting wireless mics into the hands of her subjects-of-the-moment. Sometimes she gets two or three unrelated people standing up regarding a particular communication. Vague things turn more specific based on body language or verbal clues. Mistakes are deflected.
Sometimes those secrets are small. Are there no spirits who want to unburden their souls and admit to anything or at least brag about never getting caught? Maybe Caputo has asked her so-called "spirit guides" to only transmit shared memories, but others suggest those guides are actually the show's flesh-and-blood staff members.
Myth buster Tebo thinks assistants may run background checks, conduct preliminary interviews, or even eavesdrop on audience members before sessions. Others clients allege they've been interviewed by Caputo's staff before meetings and that camera crews often tour the house in advance and sometimes move furniture around or take down photos before filming.
After Caputo left, the subject realized the crew had set up shop in her late son's room, which had a giant SpongeBob stuffed animal on the bed. Caputo doesn't care if you don't believe her. Even if everything else here hasn't convinced you that Caputo is a fake, explain this: why isn't she doing something interesting with her powers?
Sure, it's cool to reconnect dead people with their living relatives. That's very kind of her. It's also not very helpful.
If Caputo can really talk to the dead, how about solving some open murder investigations or clearing up missing persons cases? There is so much mystery surrounding death, but Caputo spends most of her time telling people that their grandparents really enjoyed those Fourth of July barbecues.
That's nice, but it would be much more interesting to watch ghosts name the person that murdered them. Long Island Medium would be so much better if spirits were like, "I know it looked like a heart attack, but I was actually poisoned!
I was looking for some art to link to in order to invoke some of the emotions around the history between settlers and FN people, and I found this artist, Kent Monkman, a Cree man living in Canada whose art is incredibly compelling, subversive, confrontational and beautiful. I encourage you to check it out here. When a First Nations person practices this beautiful and ancient right, she is tapping into her ancestors, her strength and survival. That ritual is not mine. A part of what makes ritual powerful is the repetition.
Who has done the repetition before you? What is your connection to them? I know this is a big moment for some people, and many white folks claim First Nations ancestors.
Heck, there are rumours of Dakota blood in my family, resulting from conflict between early settlers and defending native people.
So to honour them, to avoid perpetuating spiritual harm, and to protect myself from the terrible connection that exists white spiritualism actually causing spiritual harm to others, I abstain from any hint of First Nation ritual in my own spiritual practice. My abalone shells sit on my bookshelf, being beautiful. My eagle feathers sit appreciated in cedar baskets which I wove at a culture-sharing workshop, but do not use in spiritual practice.
My sage thrives in my garden, which I use in ritual thanksgiving dinners. I have returned to my broom, my candles and matches, my water and salt. I respect what you have said here.
That said, I certainly agree with you that ALL people and their traditions be respected, not mocked or made fun of or used in a fashion that brings harm. Much of what I do has been taught to me by the various practitioners of whatever path has that nugget of truth and if one receives wisdom, know3ledge, and teachings from some reasonable member of any group, I believe that is ok. Follow your own heart and path as best as one can and may your path always reveal that which you seek.
Thank you for your views. Blessed Be.. Like Like. I agree, Richard. And our understanding of ritual kidnapping evolves and changes over time — mine certainly did.
Wow, you give a very deep reason for not smudging. I have smudged in the past and a few other suggested things. I no longer feel the need. First of all, the act of smudging is very harmful to my allergies, so I quit that first.
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