I hope you’re all having a lovely holiday season. I say that slightly tongue-n-cheek because from the looks of things out there in the real world, many of you have lost your minds. It comes down to this: if you’re going to be grumpy, greedy, anxious and just plain rude, stay home and break something instead of trying to mix with the rest of humanity. There’s your thought that counts thing.
Last time I checked, I bear no resemblance whatsoever to the Good Fairy. I have nothing against the color pink, but only because it goes well with black. I also have a terrible confession to make, I do not talk to angels nor do they talk to me. We have a mutual agreement to stay out of each other’s way and besides, I’m allergic to feathers.
I feel compelled to document the above statement because for several days now, I’ve noticed more people than ever seem to have the idea that I have some super secret power to change the behavior and/or actions of their current love interest, give them more money, find them a job, keep them from jumping off a bridge (ok I do give that one a bit of attention unless you’re enjoying the concept too much) put them in my way back machine so they can undo all their bad choices, core their apples and grow them some hair. Trust me as soon as I have all those skills down you’ll be the first to know and my prices will be gi-NOR-mous.
I’m giving credit to the person who came into my chatroom and asked me after typing the word “sigh” in all caps something along the lines of “I just don’t know what to ask, my life is such a mess, I guess…can you just ask the angels what messages they have for me?” This is only slightly more annoying than someone asking me what their guides have to say to them. Buy a compass.
I’m disturbed lately by what I notice is an endless loop of women in psychic chatrooms (ok mine for starters) who will do just about anything to get the attention, love, or committment from the object of their obsession, and I mean anything. Keep in mind that talking to a psychic is often someone’s last resort. Either they are too embarassed to ask the kind of questions they want to ask of someone like oh, clergy or their best friend, and so they come to me as if I can give them the ONE thing or person they simply MUST have. When I can’t do that, they become angry. Hey, I’m real sorry he treated you like the mental case you really are, that he told you he never wants to speak to you again because you can’t seem to stop slashing his tires, calling his wife, or staging angry protests at your rejection via text messaging him 100 times a day after you’ve had more vodka than the Soviet Army on Lenin’s birthday.
Today I chatted with a woman who nearly had me convinced that joining the dark side was something I should have done LONG ago. I can only assume the following; either she is foreign and can’t read english, she meant well but ya know, those demon posessions change one’s perspective drastically, she just wants to CONTINUE to be in pain, or she’s just plain trying to get me to throw something at my monitor. Instead, all I could manage was to stare blankly at my screen for the better part of 4 minutes and try and remember why I do this work at all. We had a great chat yesterday she and I. She was all kinds of upset at her online boyfriend because after she told him she wanted to get to know him in person before she moves in with him, he got angry and like the total moronic child he is, stated that since he couldn’t have it his way, he was moving back in with his ex-girlfriend and called her all kinds of names. It took me a good 20 minutes to get her to start thinking in terms that I thought, were rational and true concerning her own self-esteem and the “did I do the right thing” issue. By the time our chat was over, she was smiling and feeling all warm ‘n fuzzy, determined to change her nickname to something not quite morose as the one she came in with. Whew! My job was done, I was renewed.
Today she returns with the question that nearly changed my vocation in one foul swoop. “I want to know if my ex is still mad at me and what he thinks about us now, should I move on, would that be a good thing?” *blink blink blink I typed in “I’m sorry but there is no DUHHH card in the tarot deck” but fortunately for me, restrained myself from hitting the enter key.
There are new people who come to me for readings every day, but the majority come day after day, with the same question worded another way in case I’m dumb enough to not notice that they’re asking about the same thing day after day. They fall into different categories: single and trying to get with someone who’s never been or going to be interested, someone who wants someone who’s attached to someone else and isn’t interested, or someone who just refuses to get the concept that guys are not reading your mind and they’re not saying anything between the lines ever. If you are a guy looking to snag a woman who’s having an affair or sleeping with someone who’s married or has absolutely no self-esteem whatsoever, I can hook you up dude.
Lets get one thing straight. If you come into my chatroom or get a reading from me in person, I am NEVER going to end our conversation with you thinking that you’re doing something that’s ok if you are cheating on your spouse/partner, going after someone else’s, or wanting to be with someone who is abusive in any way. I’m not going to help you get back with him either after he gets the balls to leave you. I’m not gonna feel sorry for you, I’m not gonna let you go on and on about what a “special connection” you have, I’m not gonna interpret the obsessive dreams you have about that person who in reality wants nothing to do with you and is never going to leave his wife for you, and I’m not gonna help you make it ok in your twisted self-persecuting damaged brain to continue with behavior and habits that don’t accomplish anything but creating PAIN for yourself and everyone involved. Its amazing how many people have a hissy fit when a psychic like Miss Cleo is exposed as a fraud but want the rest of the psychic world to give them a psychic blow job.
If however you want to start the road to sanity, I’ll help as best I can. You are the few, the proud, the grown up who deserves a second chance. The rest of you who can’t and won’t see that what you’re doing is destructive and just plain wrong, truly make me sick. Do me the favor of not sliming me with your bad karma. If you truly want help I’m here for ya. My clients love it that I give them homework and well, I don’t mind telling people what to do if they actually want to put in the effort.
Fortune tellers are everywhere. I however can be found at Psychic Web if you’re interested in getting the truth, another perspective, and having a good chuckle, along with a compassionate take on whatever it is you’d like to make better in your life. We are not an 8 ball but we can however, show you how to use your own a little better.










January 30th, 2006 at 2:08 am
“I love the smell of dead horses in the morning.”
Canpaza