…and a little sprite from Pittsburgh flies in on gossamer wings to light gently on our psyches and soothes and calms and sparkles outward raining on as with love and wonder…
— Scott, 1990 Journal Entry
IN no way can my story be told without telling that of my soul mate Daviea Serbin Davis, as improbable as that account might be. Daviea is my friend, my playmate, my fellow spiritual seeker, my soul mate and soul sister. She now lives in Pittsburgh and I Miami, but there is no distance between our hearts. We met standing in line for a concert one summer evening in 1986 in Gainesville, Florida, when we were both so very much younger. Our connection was electric and immediate. Early into our first conversation, she smiled and looked into my eyes as she asked "You know how we teach our kids stories like Noah's Ark, Bible stories? What do you think our descendants will be teaching their children?" Quite naturally, I responded "Well, a long time ago the Greeks believed in the Greek Gods, and now we just call them myths. So it doesn't matter what they believe, as long as they believe in something." And so began our ongoing dialogue, a conversation of the heart.
As I eventually returned to Miami and started practicing law, and Daviea to her native Pittsburgh with her new husband to pursue the path of motherhood and random creativity, we kept in close touch over the years with letters, telephone calls, and visits. From her poetic perspective, she continued to offer me solid, loving advice during times of crisis, and to celebrate with me the joyous moments. In November of 1990, Daviea joined Scott and me in Florida for a sunny day on the beach. While I painted a canvas there, toes in the sand, Scott and Daviea went for a long walk along the shore, sharing a conversation of the heart. She told me years later that Scott had confided in her, their feet wet in the surf, "You know, Daviea, sometimes I think I love Paul too much." Had he not taken the ultimate risk, that of trusting his heart to another? Even at that moment, as Daviea recalls, time seemed to stand still. Only the golden summer light, the surf, laden words spoken, and one moment frozen in eternity.
Scott and Daviea 1990 P. Crockett
WHEN I called Daviea in Pittsburgh the day after Scott's death, crying "I've lost my baby," my pain was hers and she grieved with me from the bottom of her heart. She had only days before given birth to her third child, Alie Rain, and was unable to fly down for the planned memorial gathering. But she was there for me, as a true friend, helping me shoulder a burden I could not carry alone. As usual, she offered me her unique perspective, encouraging me to go on and to keep on seeking to reclaim my shattered balance. We spoke together of the spiritual yearnings I was beginning to feel, and she encouraged me to keep myself open. That, she seemed to think, was my best hope at finding salvation. What could I do but listen to my heart? And where else was I to go?
On a Sunday evening, two weeks after Scott's passing, Daviea mentioned in the course of our conversation that she had an appointment the next day to see a woman she referred to as her psychic, Dee Miller. Dee, she explained, was a kindly older woman who lived there in Pittsburgh, who was amazingly gifted in her ability to tune in to the other side and to communicate with the departed. "She's the real thing," Daviea insisted. "It's not like there's crystal balls or any other such nonsense. She's just this nice old woman with too much henna in her hair, sitting there in her house. But she's able to see."
Daviea, some of her sisters, and several friends had consulted with Dee on a regular basis over the years and been astounded by the accuracy of her perception. Daviea mentioned that night, for example, that one of her sisters had lost her fiancee in an automobile accident, and carried a great deal of anger toward him as a result of her perceived abandonment. The morning of her appointment with Dee, she had stripped off a bracelet he'd given her and disgustedly tossed it into the back of a bedroom drawer. During the session Dee had taken her aback, saying "You know, he's saying he's really not happy that you threw the jewelry in the drawer this morning." Dee was not, Daviea assured me, the kind of phony that gives the profession a bad name. "She's really got the gift, I mean she's very powerful," she explained, "but she only uses it for the right reasons."
My mind began busily sorting through the possible implications, and despite an initial hesitation and skepticism something deep within me quickly and eagerly said "Yes!" I had very little experience with "psychics," having met with only one nearly a decade before at the insistence of a friend, and prior to Scott's death that had been just fine with me. Life seemed to keep on busily unfolding all by itself, and although I held no judgment on the issue I saw little point in seeking out such advice for myself. I also realized that there were plenty of phonies out there, and could imagine few acts lower or more loathsome than exploiting the hopes, wishes, and dreams of the desperate for personal gain.
But everything was different now. I knew Scott was dead, yet also felt a strengthening sense that he was not gone. I longed for nothing more than the communication that was conceivably now so important to the both of us, and heard Daviea's words with a new openness.
"I'll tell you what," she offered. "Why don't I check in with Dee and see how Scott's doing when I see her tomorrow?" "That would be great," I responded, my heart stirring with excitement. "Please do." Meanwhile, I was thinking "Could this be for real? That story sure sounded convincing to me, but I really don't know. And if she is the real thing, do I really want to know what she has to say? What kind of door might I be opening here? And what if Scott is really gone?" My mind raced with questions and stirred with new possibilities.
"Oh well," I figured, "I guess I'll find out tomorrow."
To Chapter 8
Stumble It!
Hello,
Do you have any contact info for Dee Miller in Squirrel Hill? She did a psychic reading for me about 25 years ago and a lot of what she said has happened. I need to followup with her.
Thank you!
Lily Cornely
Hi, Lily: Please forgive my delay in responding. I have lost touch with Dee, as has my friend Daviea in Pittsburgh. I will dig into the question a bit more.
Daviea did mention recently that she had found an excellent psychic. Drop me a line if you are interested, or if you are able to locate Dee.
Thank you for writing–
Paul,
My aunt saw Dee years ago and my fiancé recently passed and I am interested in seeing a psychic. Please let me know of any recommendations you have. Thank you,
katie
Hi Katie: I’ve emailed my friend Daviea, who I believe mentioned that she’d found a good one.
I might also recommend checking out my friend Elisa’s weblog at channelingErik.com. It is an excellent resource and a thriving and gifted community.
Peace, Paul
Paul,
Yes, if you have a referral I would be very interested. Thanks!
Lily
Hi Lily: I’ve emailed my friend Daviea, who I believe mentioned that she’d found a good one.
I might also recommend checking out my friend Elisa’s weblog at channelingErik.com. It is an excellent resource and a thriving and gifted community.
Peace, Paul
Hello to all–Dee passed away several years ago in Pittsburgh, PA. She brought comfort and solace to many and left a void that cannot be filled.
Thank you so much, Rita, for letting us know.
And though I will always be profoundly grateful for the “portal” that Dee opened for me, I feel it important to offer a reminder that there is always more than one “way,” or guide, available to help answer questions that burn in the soul, or to advise and instruct us as we move forward into the Great Unknown. True, they might show up one at a time, but each is a blessing, and an assurance that a different key, or miracle, might wait just beyond the next bend, puts us in the best and most open position to receive, and hopefully get what we need.
Dee Miller, thank you for the blessings. Rest in peace, darling.
Hi,
Dee Miller is deceased. She was one special person, in so many ways.
I was her 'sidekick' for the last 3 years of her life. She used to say 'that Lisa is something..' That made me feel good. I came to see her originally to seek her input on a business I was starting. One of two I have had. I will admit it was weird when her spirit guide would show up (she was Deda, an American Indian), but I never got scared. And that apparition in Greentree, really? I almost ran. But it seemed so 'normal' at the time. She wanted me to see her in her youth, and had her oldest son bring over a photograph. Beautiful! She had been a model. She explained that to stay in that kind of shape, she’d had to live on steak and salad. I wanted to get the footage from Geraldo and Sally Jessy Raphael, when she was involved in solving the 'China White' case. But Dee said '”No.' if you ask for that footage, they’ll think you were involved with it.” So I never did. She has a grandaughter named Tia, who she loved a lot.
I just happened to search her, and your info came up. She truly was a rare and amazing person. I loved her. I hated that she was in a wheelchair in a nursing home, so I decided to change that. I hired an aide from the home (as I was unable to move her myself) to come with us on outings. Oh, we went everywhere. He was a very nice Afro-American gentleman name Tracy, with a gold tooth to boot. He treated Dee very nicely. He could lift her in and out of the car/wheelchair with no problem. Dee and I bought her some sneakers and jeans and gave him some money and we would spend entire days out. I think it meant a lot to Dee. And I'm happy to have done it.
Anyway, you knew a special person, as did I. Thanks for the nice post about her. I'm sure she'd appreciate it.
Sincerely,
Lisa Schaum
PS: If you're not already aware, she had some very, very, very "special" ties. I think I need to leave it at that, but they were 'very' Godly.
Lisa:
Thank you so much for sharing. Dee’s gift of vision was legendary, and the warm openness and breadth of her heart, unsurpassed. It seems no accident that she came into people’s lives during their most challenging hours. I may definitely be counted as one she helped. In fact, she saved my ass! Through her, I received reassurance that “there will always be a bridge to connect the gap” between wherever it is we are, and that more golden realm of Heaven. “Just a little bridge.” And for a critical time, she was that bridge for me. I will never forget her.
It will also warm the hearts of those that knew her to hear that you showed up as an angel in her life, exactly when she needed one most. There is something so right about that, that it gives me the chills. Because of you, Lisa, Dee lived in a world kinder and more noble. She was not alone. What a gift to have given, and to have received.
May your actions inspire others to show or to share the love they might feel in their hearts for others, while they can, and just because they can. Thanks again–
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