You Read Greeting Cards for a Living?

Many clients who come to see me in person are curious to know more about my personal journey to becoming and being a professional psychic. When I first started doing it full time, I was so appalled at answering questions regarding my profession that I would resort to all the most extraordinary and creative re-frames you can imagine to avoid saying exactly I do.

When evasion and generalization failed to suffice I would just say, “I read cards.”

“Oh you mean you read greeting cards for a living?”

No not exactly. Of course the sexes would have completely different reactions. Women are usually so excited they immediately tell me all their psychic stories and depending on how much time I have to indulge, I would welcome their engagement.

Men too often would stare at me as if I’d said I was visiting from another dimension. A curious blend of disbelief with terror would ignite their stare. My husband, if he was with me, would turn to stone as the man sidelined a glance his way. We’ve had our challenges putting it rather mildly, and to my husband’s credit, he has never under any circumstances expressed skepticism regarding my work to me or anyone else. But then again he knows better than anyone who I am.

Aside from details I’ve felt somewhat comfortable splashing all over my web sites, I have a few stories in my journey that have not made it to the big world wide web.

Funny, weird stories.

Do You Read People’s Minds?

Once I understood at twelve years that I possessed an ability that no one else was admitting to, I went rather silent about it for a couple of years on the advice of my Capricorn mother. That was until I became best friends with Debbie at fourteen (a Gemini who felt completely at odds with her conventional family).

One day she looked at me and said, “You know you are really weird. Do you read people’s minds?”

I boldly answered, “Yeah I do.”

She didn’t know whether to be more shocked by the fact that I knew this and admitted it or by the fact that I could.

After a bit her eyes gleamed with the exciting possibilities before her. “You can read people’s minds? Oh my God!! Like Blair’s for example? Please tell me you can read Blair’s mind!” The object of her present crush.

I laughed and said you might want to think a bit on whether you really want to know what he’s thinking. Really laughed. Hysterically. As far as I could determine Blair’s mind (along with most of the other guys our age) thought about one thing pretty steadily and Debbie wasn’t the only object of those particular thoughts. I was already diplomatic enough (and experienced enough) to realize there are some things better left to the imagination of the smitten one.

I played along though and in no time we were conjuring up psychic games. Ones a couple of boy-crazy teenage girls could really get into. I enjoyed them because I knew they were honing my skill and giving me a forum to explore them openly without judgement.

My Gemini best friend was in her element. She couldn’t get enough. We used to lay under the trees on lazy, warm summer afternoons while I tuned into what the object of our crushes were doing and when we could expect to see them walking through the park in order to be able to place ourselves there at just the right time to “coincidentally” run into them. It worked like a charm.  The joys of a psychic teenager.

Think Carefully Before You Step into Psychic Development

It wasn’t always lightness and fun. There were times when I uncovered things I’d rather I didn’t. Many years when I wished I could go through life not seeing what is invisible to most people. It seemed once the doors opened there was no shutting them again. That’s why I always caution people to think carefully before they step into the morass of psychic development. For years I struggled with the knowledge of humanity’s darkness.

I think my greatest saving grace has been my rather irreverent sense of humour.