So, my mother. Yes.
Yesterday, my mother and I played a game over the phone, to help me practice tuning in. She would hold something and I would say what it was.
She asked about the new clothing she had, which my sister bought for her. I got the colour of the shirt she was wearing (which was not the new thing). My mother went and picked up the new thing, and I got it – blue, gold. Wear it over things. I thought it was a blue shawl or scarf. It was actually a sparkly blue jacket.
It seems that the description “shiny” is shown to me as gold, as in, reflected light.
Then she asked what she had just eaten. I saw carrots. My father was actually chopping carrots in the kitchen at the time. She said, no, that’s your Dad. What else?
“An orange? I see a peel. A lemon? That doesn’t make sense, you didn’t just eat a lemon.”
“No, but it was round, and sour, I didn’t like the taste.” It was an apple.
Next up: “What am I holding in my hand?”
I saw a necklace with a silver chain. “Jewelry,” I said. “A necklace.”
“Which necklace?” my mother asked.
“It has a pendant. A stone. Purple?”
“Yes it has a pendant, but not purple.”
“It’s green – it’s the amber necklace I picked out when Dad visited.”
Next up: “Now what am I holding? I got it from your Grandfather.”
Immediately I saw the trophies he used to make for his grandkids.
“No, but it does sit out on display.”
“I see wood and gold.”
“Gold is shiny, you’re seeing something bright.”
I got the word clock, and a flash of a clock-radio, but I rejected it.
“No, but it does give off a light.”
I was seeing a trophy/lamp but I was hearing the word “Clock”. Then I was seeing an old-fashioned clock with large numbers.
Turns out it was an electronic clock with wood grain casing, with large, bright numbers. I learned something about reading electronics.
Next up: “I see a wood box.”
“Close, it is rectangular.”
“Is it soap?” I’d flashed on a little hotel soap.
“No, but it is the shape of soap.”
This one I couldn’t get any more detail on except just a box. I did feel like I was “drawing a blank”.
Turns out it was a picture of me.
And my mother had a small soap in her second dresser drawer, right below where she was holding the picture.
Funny how this works.