Psychic Advice

At this point I’ve been doing readings professionally for thirty years.  I sometimes feel I should write a book……not the usual kind of book psychics write, one about the people I’ve read and the things I’ve been asked to read.  For example, the young man that called me to find out if his girl friend was coming back to him.  I laid out the cards and saw his girl friend had left him because of his drug problems and set his going into a rehab as a condition for her return.  I asked if he was going into a rehab, he said no.  My super quick reading…….well then, she’s not coming back.  Another favorite……..”Hi, this is Christine and your name please”….the answer….”you’re the psychic, you tell me”.  It doesn’t really work that way, and I don’t believe in expending energy on something someone should definitely know.  Sometimes, I wonder at the people that pay me and then don’t listen.  I’ve had many people, both on the lines and in person, talk to me months after having a reading with me to say they did the opposite of what I suggested to them and it didn’t work.  I do appreciate the people who apologize for feeling I was full of @#*% after their reading, and I turned out to be right.  Last Sat. night, a gentleman came to talk  to me at the resort I do readings out of to tell me he was sorry he’d thought I didn’t know what I was talking about when he had a reading with me last summer.  It seems I told him his sixteen year relationship was ending.  They’d been having some problems, but he was sure I was totally wrong.  Three days after the reading his husband told him they were finished.  This is when I actually don’t like being right.  My greatest client feed-back moment was years ago when I worked for another network and I got a brief call from a lady who was sure I didn’t remember her, but she had to call and thank me for saving her life.  I not only remembered her, but had actually been worried and had hoped she would one day call to let me know she was ok.  She had originally called wanting to know if she was pregnant, I saw she wasn’t but there was something really wrong with her.  I told her she needed to see her doctor first thing in the morning and be prepared for a short hospital stay.  Scaring someone enough to make sure they really hear you, but not enough to send them into a panic is a fine line, I did my best to walk it.  I managed it, she went.  It seems she was hospitalized immediately after being examined and stayed for three days.  Her doctor told her on the second day that he could not have saved her had she waited another 24 hours to come see him.  What she thought might be a difficult pregnancy turned out to be a massive urinary tract infection that was spreading through her entire body.  I thanked her for the confirmation, I had told her she would be ok as long as she went to the doctor ASAP.  That’s when I love being right.   I’ve been told by many “normals” that having my gift must be “really neat”.  I didn’t think it was so neat before I learned to channel it and give information in a way people could actually make use of it.  Being constantly bombarded by what people are really feeling and thinking is not really all that much fun, so besides learning to channel my abilities, I also learned to shield.  Believe it or not, we are an often misunderstood and maglined minority.  My gift does not warrant a pedestal nor does it warrant a promise of going to hell.  I was simply born with six senses instead of the usual five and still have to deal with all of life’s problems like everyone else.  Being psychic often does not always help us in our personal lives and we do often make extremely poor relationship choices (listen to Sylvia Brown talk about her own relationships some time).  It’s my belief we cannot read ourselves, I certainly can’t.  I also have to eat, exercise, watch my weight, pay my mortgage, etc.  I always love the people who want to know if I can give them lotto numbers.  If I could do that, I probably wouldn’t be sitting there giving them a reading.  My gift does not work for that kind of gain.  Living in small communities for the last fifteen years, I’ve had to make it clear that when I’m out playing…….I do not answer “just one question”.  If I have a drink in one hand and a pool cue in the other……I’m off duty.  I drink very little and not at all when I’m working.  The other day, once I was done doing readings at the resort I was asked to join in a game of “Liars Dice”, two people didn’t think it was fair to let the “psychic” play.  Little do they know, I don’t use my abilities in that game.  It’s much more fun and challenging to telekenitically move pool balls just a little off track.  Of course that takes a lot of energy, I don’t do it often.  Would you believe there are people out there that call psychic lines just to inform the psychic she/he is going straight to hell for doing the Devil’s work?  There are.  My answer, my gift came from God, She/He made me, not the Devil.  Lastly, I’ve always loved being asked how I could charge for something that is a gift from God.  I don’t think God gave me a gift so I could starve.   

I have finally cleaned my yard and tiny flower patch, and planted some new flowers. I live in Northern California and this past Winter’s freeze killed a few things.  My flower patch is tiny and my roses and other thirsty plants are in pots; this way there’s hardly any difference in my overall water use.  We’ve been asked to conserve water, which I’ve been doing for years anyway.  I planted some colorful pansies and petunias and acquired two new small rose bushes which are giving me some lovely flowers.  Playing in the dirt, along with my regular pumping iron work-outs, are what help the most in keeping me grounded and balanced.  I love driving or walking up the hill to my house and seeing the beautiful colors in the the tiny patch and in the pots lining the front of the house.  Taking a little time to wash and wax the car would improve the appearance even more.  That’s for next week.  The two outdoor cats abandoned by others and now fed and loved by me are usually a visible presence anytime I step outside or come home.  They seem to recognize the sound of my car way before I get to the house, and sit between the flower pots ready to greet me.  The huge black and white one is named Shamu and the blue eyed later arrival I call  Gabby as she is continually talking away.  They’re both neutered so they’re not contributing to the exploding feral cat population.  I recently went to a birthday party where I received a little bag of party favors that included a bottle of that bubble blowing stuff.  I took a little bubble blowing break between the flowers the other day and got a kick out of Gabby’s total puzzlement.  I was having a great time blowing bubbles and lauging away when a car stopped, its occupants being lost.  Lots of peole get lost up here, the houses being numbered without any logic whatsoever.  I think they were all numbered in the order in which they were built, hence 17362 is nowhere near 17363.  I do wonder why people always stop to ask for directions when I am either being silly or trimming plants bent over with my butt facing the road.  At least the butt is a lot smaller than it used to be.  Now that the plants are done, the house needs cleaning, the dog needs brushing and the car needs washing.  At least I’m keeping up with my work-outs, even when I really don’t feel like it.  Today (yesterday actually), getting to the gym and hefting those weights took every bit of will power I could muster.  The soreness in my muscles and what I call the post leg workout duck waddle tell me I did a thorough job.  It seems to be time to stop blogging, feed the furries and get some sleep.  I’m nodding out over my key board.  Anybody else keeping up with “Dancing with the Stars”?  My mom got me addicted to that show and I really enjoy it.  I also envy these people’s ability to learn those dances and perform so well, it’s a gift I just don’t have.  My complete inability to follow of course doesn’t help.  I hope the lady pulls it off and wins the trophy.  Good night everyone.