Julie goes postal...the Christmas Dance #3

the technicolor madonna strikes again...

What a cast of characters!

My famous couch was host to half a dozen women gathered by invitation to meet on Monday nights for ‘who knows what.’

They were a disparate group of strangers who I’d met through my massage practice. Bright! Sassy! Smart! (likely psychically gifted)

Sparks were flying once they were assembled! It was an almost unimaginable free-for-all as these seemingly typical midwest housewives lit each other up with their life stories and insights…and laughter.

Julie has the most musical laughter that I have ever heard! It was positively bells and scales, and mirth and merriment of a rare sort.

She was one of those ‘prettily chubby’ gals…(actually she was downright beautiful) that shook from cheek to toes with such laughter (adding yet another dimension to the experience!)

Laughter sometimes begets more laughter and it was with happily tear-stained cheeks that we said our good-byes most nights.

That level of bright intelligence brought with it a depth of experience across various dimensions…some of it quite difficult and unusual…

As they got to know each other, they found a wealth of rarely-shared experience along with much-needed peer support.

I remember the end of our 2nd meeting, when one of the women stayed behind to offer a message privately…

“The heavy-set lady with the dark hair has had a brain tumor removed (she indicated the location near the base of the skull on the right) and she is terrified that it will return. If you can, please let her know she will be alright in that regard.”

That was indeed the case when I found the moment to share that with her!

We had in our midst the most gifted psychic I have have met. Elizabeth…‘born with a veil’ (psychic from birth), as they used to say.

Another time, she arrived early for her massage appointment just so she could spend time on the famous couch (she had a favorite spot…she said it felt like a portal. I didn’t understand those things back then…but I do now)

Meanwhile, I finished working on my patient, and stepped out so she could dress. Once the woman had left the building, Liz proceeded to tell me about the 3 people I had worked on that morning! In order of appearance, she described each one physically, noting their ailments, appearance and gender. She was detailed…and she was 100% accurate. She spoke with a gentle certainty…

“Elizabeth!! That’s exactly right!! How do you KNOW these things?!!”

“Well,” she said, “It’s a little hard to describe…but when you stepped out of the room… into the sunlight, I could see your aura in the light. You had 3 separate, thick layers of dust emanating from your skin. The one closest to your skin is from the lady who just left, the middle layer was your 2nd patient, the man, and the layer farthest away was your first lady of the morning. Don’t ask me how, but somehow I can read the dust.”

Ok! So that was the caliber of the group! Deep souls, articulate, real…

Julie was a lifelong Postal worker and the ‘Soul of Kindness’, manning the little window of the Chesterfield, Indiana post office…conveniently located just outside the spiritualist camp bearing the name. Surrounded by corn and soybean fields (where aliens have been spotted and ley lines studied), one might think things would be boring, however…

On with the story…

Julie was nearing retirement and the Soul of Kindness was wearing out by degrees. People in service jobs get to their breaking point eventually. We could see the signs and were careful to lend support and encouragement. This was her last Christmas rush and she was fighting to maintain…amidst recent health problems, confirming her need to retire. We were Cheering her on to the finish line.

I would pop in to the Post Office to chat or bring snacks once in awhile. But one morning, I wanted to bring her a little Christmas gift…but what? I thought for a moment and decided on a stuffed white teddy bear…on a whim.

I got it ready and headed out the door, when I was positively arrested by Spirit!!

I had to DRESS for the occasion!!

Here’s where it gets distressing…

I was supposed to dress as The Technicolor Madonna!! (now it may not always seem so, but I am one of the shyest people you’ll ever meet)

To dress so outrageously…in broad daylight…in rural Indiana…RIGHT AFTER 9/11…(although notably, I hadn’t figured that last part out, yet)…

Well, it was just beyond me!

What if my customers recognized me?!

No one knew about the Technicolor Madonna!

(except for the three people involved…until yesterday!)

The Technicolor Madonna...Debra Robinson·December 15, 2025 Read full story

But you know? After a while, you know the Voice…

( I am not the author of most of my escapades)

I took the precious costume pieces from storage…bangles, sari and rainbow veil…with fear, dread and misgivings.

(what if I really WAS crazy?…What a life!)

Emerging into the world dressed like that punched all my buttons.

Wrestling myself into the little car, hoping with all my heart NOT to be seen driving down the road, holding on to the slippery pieces of my costume, I arrived at the Post Office at 10 am. Normally a quiet time, thankfully, but I had forgotten the Christmas rush!!!

There was a line that filled the vestibule and spilled half-a-block beyond the Post Office!!

This was just too ridiculous for words!!! It took every scrap of veil to hide my utterly mortified self.

I was a failure as the technicolor madonna…

I glumly cowered and got in line, holding my little gift basket in front of me… Some people instinctively looked away, while others peeked nervously. Others openly stared. (I studied them, in return)

But there was no mistaking the seismic wave that rolled through the crowd!

Everyone was suddenly galvanized. Alert, stiff, wary…on edge. A few people whispered or nudged or otherwise indicated to those still unaware, to note The Stranger In Their Midst.

I watched as the energy rippled from the back of the line to the front…and then Julie was alerted. She had a mirror that allowed her to see every patron in the line. I lowered my eyes, as I saw her glance my way…not knowing what to think.

Problem was…everyone else knew exactly what to think!!!

I was a terrorist in their minds…a middle eastern foreigner!

As their fears magnified, you could just feel everything that was going through their minds!

‘Surely, she has a bomb hidden in her little gift bag.’

There they were, fearing for their very lives…and there didn’t seem to be much I could do about it! I KNEW this wasn’t a good idea!! I had tried to argue that with Spirit all morning.

Now we’ve gone and upset everybody!!! What kind of Christmas Dance was this?!

The mood grew darker and more foreboding… People were putting as much space between me and them as they could manage.

It took most of an excruciating hour for me to snake my way through to the front of the line. Meanwhile, other patrons came and went in various states of distress.

It was all just so terrible…

Julie continued to glance up surreptitiously and study her adversary’s approach.

Patrons now lined the back of the post office and along the windows, inside and outside to watch to see how Postmistress Julie would handle things.

They could have gone home to safety, but their curiosity overcame them.

The suspense rose to fever pitch as I approached the counter!!

I stood tall(ish), placed the gift bag in front of Julie with a little flourish and quickly lifted the veil so she could see me, before dropping it again.

A stunned moment…and then Julie’s LAUGHTER rang out!!!

…in torrents…and floods…and waterfalls! Of course, it engulfed and capsized everything and everyone in its path!!

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(💖 a favorite from the annals of The Christmas Dance…💖…and the final one for this year)

she still turns up now and then in unexpected times and places…

the Christmas Dance never ends…

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May You call in your own Christmas Dance!

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