Negative Predictions in Readings

This is a psychic readers’ rant: I can say 200 helpful, positive and optimistic things in a reading. But if I have ONE iffy, even remotely negative thing to say, guess which one reverberates loudest? Guess which one people unfailingly zero in on, over and over again?

I am SO not doing this gig to trump up y’all’s anxiety, man. But I also give you exactly what I get. That’s the deal I made with my invisible friends who help me.

“Give me what I’m supposed to share, give me what’s in the highest and best good for this person to know at this juncture.”

Usually they will give me what I ask or related, sometimes something else if it’s especially important. Sometimes, that’s exactly what you want to hear but other times, it’s not.

Now, it is completely and utterly more pleasant to be able to tell you what you want to hear. And most of the time, I know exactly what that is. (Side effect of being psychic.)  But I don’t hold out on y’all because I don’t want to deliver bad news!  I don’t pick and choose what I give you, or spin it down three notches to take the punch out of it. I don’t want to be in the position of making those calls myself, with my everyday Muggle version of wisdom and sunshine-and-roses biases.

Every life has ups and downs. Some lives have a lot more of one or the other. Regardless of what cycle you’re in, if you call upon me to be the messenger, I’ll do my best to deliver the message with integrity.

I’m not a sugar-coating reader. I’m an OPTIMISTIC reader sure, but there is a big difference. If I’m feeling heavy, difficult and hard-to-navigate vibes, that’s exactly what I convey (along with genuine sorrow over the fact).  The validation of hearing the truth is a lot more powerful than any phoney-baloney “It’s all grand starting tomorrow, ain’t it?” BS when it doesn’t ring true.

I do find profound  reason for optimism in life, and in the amazing human spirit! Y’all inspire me and educate me and lift me up with your strength, perseverance and ingenuity, even under difficult circumstance. But sometimes, you all can also drive me crazy. Har! That happens when people hear only one side of the story. It can be just the positive bits, but far more often, it’s what’s perceived as negative. Big picture, it may not actually be negative but either way, the outcome is the same.

Thing is, besides truth, I also look for the exit doors. I actively seek out ways to short-circuit strife, make painful periods easier, quicker  and more constructive for you. There is no reason to suffer without cause! Surgery can hurt but it should ultimately become healing, you know? Healing! That’s what I’m looking to help with.

So don’t come to me if  you “don’t want to hear anything bad.” Also, don’t come to me if you are only ready to hear the bad! Please take what I have to say with exactly the weight I give it, and more importantly compare it to what your intuition tells you. I am good at what I do for sure, but human as the next pink-haired psychic chick. 

Just don’t pile on a ton of fears on top, decide I’m “being nice” and turn it into doomsday. Fears are not the same as intuition. Fears block intuition. Fears create cages; intuition creates doors.

I am here to serve. Take advantage of what I’m trying to provide: tools for living better, truer, and more in tune with your own spirit. Compare what I offer to what your inner voice has been telling you, and you’ll have a powerful means of moving forward in your life.

Do you tend to get worked up over specific predictions in readings?

Multicolor Among the Grayscale

Multicolor Among the Grayscale 1

“I don’t care what you think about me. I don’t think about you at all.” – Coco Chanel

Y’all have heard me talk about my 3-times rule before, right? And this one has been hitting me in the face, more than 3 times in the past two days.

Other. People’s. Opinions. Of me.

Really, Universe? ‘Cause you would I thought I had this one down.

One look at me should confirm, right? I live my own life and don’t take a freakin’ poll about whether or not what I like is “okay.” Duh. I’m an out-of-the-closet woo-woo pink-haired hippie freak. And proud of it.

But I do notice. Still, I notice. (Saturn-Uranus opposition, man.)

Just an example: Today I posted a link on my Low Carb page, to a Tarot interview I did..  Told them it was “in case you’re curious about the person behind this page.” Whenever I post a woo-woo link there, I always clearly label it “OFF-TOPIC” and warn the spiritually squeamish that if they don’t dig the woo-woo, they should pass it by. I post something off-topic on that site maybe 3 or 4 times a year. So it should be pretty easy to ignore.

There were some unhappy responses. Not surprising, considering there are over 20,000 people there. Some will be scared or bothered or freaked out or whatever by the woo-woo wonderful. Not a big deal, you cannot please everyone and I have no aspirations of such.

But as I am reading the comments, suddenly my heart starts pounding, accompanied by sensations of anger, fear and disgust washing over me like waves. It felt like being in the middle of an angry crowd, and somebody was about to start throwing rocks.

I realized quickly I was getting smacked with the feelings behind the responses (those who wrote and probably those who felt the same but not directly verbalizing). Oh my God! Sometimes, I get a contact buzz off of people’s emoting without really seeking it. It tends to be stronger if the emotion is actually about me. But this was just plain freaky.

I got away from my computer and grounded to catch my bearings. But it shook me a little; I wasn’t expecting it.

Sometimes I think my being different is helpful to other people, in and of itself. Like if I can be a big-mouthed, pink-haired old lady who readily acknowledges I believe in magic and talk to spirits and look to Tarot cards to solve problems, it makes it a little easier for somebody else who would like to be more…”unique”–but is afraid.

I cannot tell you how many times people have come up to me in public to comment on my hair. A few don’t like it–but most keep that to themselves. More light up. And some just sound wistful.

“I wish I had the guts to do that,” many say.

“It’s just hair. It grows out.” I tell them. It never seems to help, when I say that.

But you know, if your boss or your spouse or your neighbors or you mother hate weird hair colors, then it could be hard. Very hard. If you are not already sure you’re golden in terms of being “okay,” then it could be hard. If you’re feeling shaky or unsure or somehow broken, then the criticism and disapproval and negativity of even something so insignificant as your hair color is going to smack you in the face because it feels TRUE. Like all the other criticism you may hear.

I don’t know the moral of this story. Not really. Hater’s gonna hate? That you had better get your shielding in order if you’re going to really stand up and be different as Hell? Even if you know who you are and you know you’re okay, it doesn’t feel good to get blasted with the haters.

Only thing I know for sure: whoever or whatever you are, SOMEBODY is gonna hate it. I’d rather be hated for being myself than partially liked for being somebody I’m not. The only real insulation against any onslaught of such negativity is not giving it any weight. Detaching, you know?

Love thyself. That’s it.

I guess this whole post boils down to those words: LOVE THYSELF.

Can you relate?

 

 

A Little Spacy

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“I’m going outside for a little while,” I tell my husband, stepping out of my work area. I had been trying to nail down somewhat elusive specifics for one of my Tarot peeps. I felt like I was getting periphery information, but not the specifics I was seeking.

“Are you okay?” he asks me.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just need to decompress and ground.”

“On the phone a lot?”

“No, email work. But I’m still feeling spacey.”

“You mean spacey-ER,” he corrected me with a grin.

I told him to shut up.

Or at least I think I did. I don’t remember exactly. I was feeling kind of spacey.

What do you do when you are feeling spacey?

 

Ragdoll Heard Me Thinking

Psychic Rag Doll

“I hear you thinking that.”

A little girl was here.  Hyper as all get out, bouncing off the walls.  A handful, but honestly, not without cause. Adults have let her down. She generates her own force field in compensation.

She flopped over on on the couch, dramatically flailing her arms for effect. Rather like a ragdoll, I thought.

She snapped her attention to me. “I am not a ragdoll!” she declares, pseudo-sternly.

“You heard me thinking that?”

“Yes.”

“I see. Not a ragdoll.” I nod. She goes back to her performance, not missing a beat.

We were surrounded by people. But nobody else heard me think that. I wasn’t thinking it loud, after all. Just a quiet little thought.

You ever hear people thinking?

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