Psychic Advice

I’LL BE AVAILABLE AT 8:00PM INSTEAD OF 6:00 ON TUES. 3/25

christine — Tue, 25 Mar 2008 10:20:05 +0000

I have to take my mom for medical tests this afternoon and won’t be back until 8:00PM. I apologize, these particular tests are only given on Tuesdays and I had to take the first available appointments.

ROUGH START TO A 4 PERSONAL YEAR

christine — Tue, 12 Feb 2008 10:32:19 +0000

Many years ago, when I first studied Numerology, I found out I had “4″ karma. It’s reflected in my Astrology Chart as having no earth in my chart whatsoever. I am also now in a 4 personal year. This particular personal year is about building solid foundations and structuring the things I am striving for. It involves discipline and persistence. Having 4 karma means this vibration is particularly dificult for me. I have, over the years, become much better at maintaining structure and discipline…but, it’s still a challenge. I have also never lived through a 4 personal year that did not present some new challenges. My mom fell on Christmas day and did not seem to be recovering her strength. I was afraid she might have suffered a small stroke. After a January which was spent getting her to the doctor and different medical tests, it was found she had developed diabetes (at 79). Her recovery is a slow one and helping her, as well as taking over the yard work she used to do, has been added on to my already overburdened schedule. I forgot to mention, “4″ also involves patience…definitely one of my karmic lessons. Parts of my business are increasing, a definite plus…also a challenge to schedule. I may need to find a new “home place” for doing my local readings as the resort I’m working out of could be changing management. This, again falls under the category of setting new foundations. Maybe, if I meet these new challenges with the appropriate structure, discipline and foundation setting, I’ll have overcome my 4 karma and the next 4 personal year (in nine years) will present fewer and/or milder ones.

A belated “Happy New Year” to everyone and may you all meet the challenges of your personal year successfully.

HAPPY 2008…I WILL BE ON VACATION 12/24 - 1/01

christine — Sun, 23 Dec 2007 23:48:20 +0000

I wish you all a good Holiday and hope you all have a Happy, Prosperous and Healthy 2008.

2007 has been a very difficult for many and I can only hope that 2008, a “One” Universal Year brings new beginnings and changes that sends this world in a new and better direction.

I will be back at my post taking your calls on Friday, January 4th 2008.

ROMANCE RELATIONSHIPS & THE HOLIDAYS

christine — Fri, 07 Dec 2007 20:57:40 +0000

Thirty years of doing readings have enabled me to observe many repetitive patterns in life. A couple of these have to do with the effects of the Holiday Season on relatively new romantic relationships. If it’s your first Holiday Season with your honey, keep in mind his/her feelings about this time of year may be very different from yours. Very often one person loves the Season feeling all warm and fuzzy about it. The other, due to past experiences and/or upbringing and family dynamics in childhood, has negative feelings about it. This could be depression, a desire to ignore the whole thing or even some hostility and anger. Getting through your first Holiday Season together may require a lot of understanding, communication and compromises.

I also recommend my single clients be very cautious about entering into any new romances at this time of year. Many people feel particularly lonely and want someone to spend the Holidays with. In short, many people enter new relationships for all the wrong reasons. Every year many clients ask about new relationships they’re entering in November and December. Around late January and February, they’re asking me about major difficulties in this same relationship or about the break-up and why it happened.

I FEEL LIKE I BLINKED LAST CHRISTMAS

christine — Fri, 07 Dec 2007 09:21:01 +0000

There is a country song I hear often on my car radio called “Don’t Blink”. Part of it goes like this: “You’re six years old and you take a nap, you wake up and you’re twenty-five and your high school sweetheart becomes your wife…”. I feel like I blinked last Christmas and it’s this Christmas. The older you get and the faster time goes, hence…”Don’t Blink”.

I see Thanksgiving as the one day a year that reminds me to stop, count my blessings, and be thankful for each one. Christmas, besides being a time to celebrate the birth of Christ, is a time to be with loved ones and being grateful you have them. I see New Year’s Eve as a time of evaluation to see what I did right, as well as what I should have done differently, during the past year. I then don’t so much make resolutions as set a new direction towards the next level.

This time of year is a particularly difficult one for a lot of people. Those who are alone, those whose finances don’t allow any celebration, those who lost loved ones in the past year. This year, many are losing their homes. Remember that charity is not just about giving toys to toy drives, food to the food drives, etc. It’s about taking the time to give a kind word, to listen to someone who is lonely and has no-one to talk to, to invite a neighbor who has no family to share a meal or some egg nog. Most everyone thinks of needy children. Remember the seniors too, they’re our forgotten people and many are alone, lonely and have little, or no, allowance in their budgets for celebrating anything.

My little town does a toy drive every year. This year we’re also doing a fund raiser for our seniors. The money will go to gift certificates for the local supermarket, the pet supply store, cab rides, etc. These cerficates will be given in Christmas cards to those local seniors who have little, if any, discretionary income left after their bills are paid. This event was my idea, and I am very pleased I shared it with people who could make it happen.

Look around, someone nearby has nowhere to go this Holiday Season, include them in your own celebration…it could mean more than any amount of money you could give.

A Difficult Couple of Months

christine — Tue, 16 Oct 2007 09:40:13 +0000

I did not mean to take so long to place a new posting on my blog. It’s been a busy and difficult couple of months. Once I managed to get all the abandoned cats to the shelter, a three week process as I was unable to rent or borrow any have-a-heart traps, one of my own house cats, my beautiful orange boy, managed to get out of the house and get hit by a car. In my 40 years of having cats, I have never lost one this way. I’ve been trying to figure out the karmic lesson in this. I saved fifteen cats from lives of pain or death and lost my favorite furry friend. He was my only male cat and my dog’s best buddy. I feel bad for my dog who obviously misses him and keeps trying to get the other cats to play with him the way Scooter did. After having been to the shelter so many times and seeing how overloaded they were with cats, I decided to save a life and adopted a beautiful black and white adult cat. Black animals are the last to get adopted, and being adults works against them also. I couldn’t replace Scooter, but saving another cat helped. He was grieving for the family that abandoned him and I was grieving for my Scooter. He is now settling happily in his new home and I’m enjoying his special personality. He fetches, asks to play, likes to cuddle and often lies next to the monitor when I’m working on the computer. He also has a meow that could shatter glass. I definitely know when he wants something, like food. The dog is making some headway in befriending him. Although quite large, he curls up in my lap which requires me to have a supporting hand on his back so he doesn’t overflow and slide off.

In the grand scheme of things, especially considering the tragedies and problems of some of the people I read, there are way worse things than losing a pet. It still hurt. I still haven’t figured out the karmic lesson, but do accept there is a reason and everything balances out in the end. I am now even more careful entering and leaving the house and my house cats now do wear collars and ID tags except for the blind girl (who won’t tolerate a collar) and the one who runs from the front door whenever it’s opened. Domino (the new boy) is microchipped and the rest will be in the next couple of weeks. (It took almost a month to find out what had happened to Scooter, had he been wearing a tag I would have found out sooner.) Of course, I actually did feel him die, but hoped I was wrong and went through the flyers everywhere/check the shelters and local vets thing.

I’ve also been preparing for winter. Where I live, that means make sure the gutters are clear, the french drain is clean and clear, the “damp-rids” are hanging in the closet and the de-humidifiers are out of the closet and ready to go. Digging out the umbrellas and having them easy to find and grab is a must too.

My Neighborhood Crisis

christine — Tue, 21 Aug 2007 06:22:26 +0000

A week and a half week ago, a family moved out of my in the middle of the redwoods neighborhood. This is the same family I adopted my blind kitten from. Apparently, I definitely saved her life. I must admit, the neighborhood is a lot quieter without them. They used to shout at each other a lot and their two dogs barked constantly. However, they abandoned seventeen un-neutered cats ranging in age from 3 days to 3 years of age. The perfect foundation for a feral cat colony. By this time next year we’d have a couple of hundred feral cats in the neighborhood. The impact on all the beautiful birds we have would be incredible. The cats themselves would have short miserable lives. I have already taken the momma cat and her week-old litter to the local shelter and she was placed in a foster home. These cats are all scared and hungry. I’ve found a home for one of the 12 cats and kittens that are left. I’m gaining the trust of some of them enough not to have to traumatize them by trapping them. This process is heart breaking. My neighbors and I are doing everything we can to take care of this in a humane way. Nobody chases the cats away and everyone is letting me set traps on their property. I’m blessed to live in a real community of mostly kind people. What breaks our hearts is that this couple has two children, nice ones. Each child had chosen a kitten they made their special pets, these cats were abandoned along with the others. The young boy told a neighbor’s child his mom had said they were not taking any of the cats and either they went to the pound or got left behind. I cannot understand how anyone can do this to a child. I don’t really know their little girl, but I know the boy a little. He is a sweet good-hearted child. He came to my house wanting to know how the blind kitten was doing, I let him see her. I’m hoping to find the children’s cats and get them good homes myself. Then, I can tell the neighbor girl to let them know their pets are safe and happy. I pray this little boy and his sister are able to survive their up-bringing without losing the kindness I have seen in them.

Reflections on Family History

christine — Tue, 07 Aug 2007 08:55:57 +0000

I was born in France, with the exception of my mother and one cousin, my entire family still lives there. Wednesday the 2nd of August my mom and I spent the day with my aunt whom I hadn’t seen in twenty years. She and her husband made a two night stop in San Francisco on their way to see their daughter (my cousin) in Colorado. They did this so, as my aunt put it, she could hug my mom one more time before either one of them dies. They are the two surviving siblings of four. Although I have no one to pass it on to, I love knowing the history of my family and hearing the stories of my mom’s childhood. Most of all, I love knowing as much about my grandmother as I can learn. I have great admiration and respect for my grandmother. Granny, as all her grandchildren called her, was an incredible woman. She was born in 1891. She came from a prominent country family and was brought up as a “lady”. She had never cooked until she married nor done any manual work other than needlepoint. She embroidered beautifully. My grandfather thought he was a business man and lost all her money in his bad investments. He then left her for eleven years. She became a single mother with four children in 1930. Her only income was from a farm she still owned and half a farm given her by her husband. Throughout her life, maids had done the house work and gardeners had maintained the grounds. She could not divorce and lived in a fish bowl. Her father in law lived next door and reported every move she made to her husband. Back in those days, my grandfather could go live with a mistress, but my grandmother had to stay the faithful wife. She raised chickens, geese and rabbits for food and planted vegetables. She managed to provide the basics for her four children. I am sure somewhere near her house the hobo symbol for “a good woman lives here” was etched or drawn, as no hungry person was turned away without being given something nourishing on a thick slice of bread. When the Nazis occupied France, it was mandatory she provide housing for at least one officer. Her father in law had died by that time and his house (which was next door) was lived in by a group of officers. I cannot even imagine her fear as she had three teen age daughters and had to send her son into hiding so he would not be placed into forced labor in Germany. She did speak fluent german which I’m sure was a help. During the occupation, she added chopping wood to her list of manual skills. She was a beautiful and strong woman who could intimidate with her super straight posture and strong voice. She was always a lady who never went out without her hat and gloves (a must in those days). My strongest memory of her was when she would manage to do her sewing with me in her lap. She talked with me as she sewed and I threaded her needles for her. When a needle fell to the floor, I would find it and pick it up. Next to my mother’s lap, it was the safest and warmest place in the world. She held no bitterness that I ever heard about. She even took my grandfather back when he decided to return to his family. I must admit he payed for those eleven years away. My grandmother had several strokes in her later years and it was he that took care of her until the day she died. I give him credit for not letting her be taken to a hospital and she died in her own home surrounded by her children and many of her grandchildren. The women of my mother’s side of the family are all strong in their own ways. My mom, her mother, and her two sisters all also had the “gift” as do two of my female cousins. Listening to my mom and her sister reminice (probably for the last time) was an unexpected special gift I’ll always cherish.

Thank you for your comment of July 24th Micky

christine — Tue, 07 Aug 2007 07:47:51 +0000

Thank you Micky for sharing your powerful story. It got me reflecting on God in my own life and although I don’t know that I would say that God is my inner child, it is Him that enables me to have a happy one. Although finding my path and where I belong has been a long difficult and painful process, I feel blessed to have gotten there. I may not see God in the exact terms you do, but I do have a strong belief in Him. It is through my faith and spiritual studies I overcame the tremendous anger I carried in my early years as well as the accumulated pain I couldn’t express. I probably enjoy the fireworks even more than I did as a child. Even God cannot reach those who aren’t listening and don’t want to change. I truly admire you for the changes you made in your life.

My Inner Child is Alive and Well

christine — Fri, 06 Jul 2007 07:33:08 +0000

My inner child is alive and well. I am especially aware of this on the Fourth of July when I still get a real kick from watching the fire works. I work at the resort on most holidays, but we are perfectly located for watching. I take a break and ooh and aah over what I am sure is not the best display on the planet…..but I still love and enjoy them. There are always a few watchers whose inner child has not only died but dried up and mummified as well. They make fun of it all and have not an ooh or aah in them. I am very grateful that all fireworks outside of the professional show are illegal in my town. We have too much forest and our summers are dry. By July, we’re dry as a bone. It’s also great for my poor dog who gets terrified by fireworks on TV, never mind fire crackers down the road.

On the fourth itself, I woke up to a power outage. Of course, everything I needed to do, including make coffee, required electricity. We’re also in the middle of a heat wave, and I couldn’t use my fan. For us, the outage lasted eight and a half hours. It was caused by someone breaking into a power station and vandalizing the equipment. This “prank” has cost two towns thousands of dollars. Some businesses (restaurants) had to close for the day. I do hope they catch the people who did it. If they’re teen-agers, I would suggest a sentence of home confinements with no power (no cell phones,Ipods or lap tops either) for several days. This should be followed with community service cleaning up after other vandals. A job, with all money going to those who lost income for part of the day might not be a bad idea either. But……we still had fire works.

Extreme heat makes me cranky, we don’t have it often where I live, but when we do I’m definitely not in the best of moods. Interestingly, as I’ve gotten older, I can give a good reading no matter what. I’ve given some of my best readings with tooth aches, in 100 degree weather, on three hours of sleep and with very bad colds. Fevers do seem to put me out of commission as does grief. Of course, laryngitis does definitely cramp my style. It does cool off very significantly at night. I then open my deck door, place a box fan in it blowing air in for several hours. This will cool off my house enough to stay relatively comfortable until around 4:00pm the next day especially if I point a small fan in my direction. The one advantage of those very hot days, none of the pets are making mischief during the day…….they are all lying around very stretched out and still.

My blind kitten is an endless source of entertainment and wonder. I find her in places I didn’t think she would ever get to. Now that she feels totally secure, she plays a lot and seems to be everywhere. She’s also affectionate and purrs easily. I’d forgotten how much kittens can eat. She has doubled in size in two weeks. The other cats have accepted her and play with her, particularly my little Miss Thing.

I find it interesting that I’m allowed to make three times as much income to qualify for very low cost pet neutering as I would be to qualify for MediCal. Our Health Care insurance system needs some serious fixing. Actually, I think we need to start a new system from scratch and eliminate for profit medical insurance altogether.

Hope you all had a good fourth and had some oohs and aahs in you.