Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Got Fired, Now What?


I’ve been fired three times. For each of them, I had a premonition that it would happen. I just didn’t know how.

The first, late 1970s. I didn’t know it, but I was dating another flight attendant’s boyfriend. She and her pals decided to make up lies and I lost my job. I re-entered my original field of music and felt success returning. After four hearings, I was offered my stew job back but said no thanks. Someone nailed a fish head to the ring leader’s apartment door. Other people who were involved told our mutual friends that they regretted their involvement. I actually felt sorry for most of them.

The second, early 1990s. The temporary dean at a local college where I taught public speaking part time decided his religious beliefs coincided with my psychic beliefs. Suddenly, I had no classes to teach. Few people realized what had happened, so I kept it on the down low. I just set out to find more teaching opportunities. I still teach to this day.

The third, at the turn of the century. I was teaching music and drama at a private school. The headmaster found out that I quietly worked pro bono on murder cases with police. He fired me. When the parents of students asked why, I said, “I had a disagreement with the administration.” I waited until the most powerful board member prodded me for information, and then told her. “He must have something to hide. Check the money trail.” He got fired a few weeks later.

After my third firing, I decided to be self-employed. This way I can fire myself, or praise my deeds.

Look at being fired as a road that dead-ends and forces you to make a big turn. Find a new direction and take a different road. You’ll get to the right place.

Friday, February 23, 2018

Mysteries and Waves of Change


Before I was eleven, I only spoke if I had to answer a question from a grown-up. At school, the teacher rarely called on me. I guess she didn’t think I wanted to shine in that way. Reserved and shy, I became a watcher. As I watched, I analyzed and thought about everything intuitively. 

I analyzed interactions and saw how assertive people succeeded. On visits to other kid’s houses, I noticed how parents acted, and what children did to gather attention. In my free time, I hid in my room or under the dining room table to read, or played piano if no one was home. The only time I liked to go outside was to ride my bike, but that diminished after a bad fall, when it took forever for my dad to pick stones out of my chest and shoulder.

After that, I spent the next fifty years listening to my frustrated mother ask, “What happened to you?” Clearly, she liked the follower child more than the outspoken adult. But, heed her not. I pushed and pulled myself to speak up, to empower my feelings with actions, and to become self-employed.

Now, it seems I’m reverting to the old ways. I really like to stay home alone. When I visit my grown children they mention my bad hearing, and I get frustrated in places where there’s too much noise. My doctor claims my hearing is good for my age, but old people’s hearing is basically not all that good. So sometimes I tune out voices, and use my intuition to sense what’s going on.

All my life I wanted to be mysterious and enigmatic. My job as a psychic has made that come true, as I work in a field where so much of the esoteric lies unexplained. Now that my book, Carriers of Genius, has been published, I realize that during those years of writing four to eight hours a day, I became a recluse.

Change is good so I’ll embrace it, and let life unfold in waves. Maybe, I’ll catch those waves. Definitely, I’ll try to let the turbulent ones pass me by.

Monday, January 15, 2018

Your Astrological Sign and What Ails You

I’ve always believed in medical astrology, which puts forth an association between each sign of the zodiac and parts of the body. Marcus Manilius mentioned it first in his 8000 verse poem, Astronomica, written in the 1st century AD.

Pisces is feet, and mine have hurt for 55 years. Lately it’s a searing baby toe, and my podiatrist said he’ll cut the tendon. An easy operation, says his nurse, as I scream inside. Every visit, I beg the doc to do a survey on how many of his patients are Pisces, but I can’t get him interested.

In case you’re wondering, here is your info, from head (Aries) to toe (Pisces).

Aries: head, face, brain, eyes. Taurus: throat, neck, thyroid gland, vocal tract. Gemini: arms, lungs, shoulders, hands, nervous system. Cancer: chest, breasts, stomach, alimentary canal. Leo: heart, chest, spine, spinal column, upper back. Virgo: digestive system, intestines, spleen, nervous system. Libra: kidneys, skin, lumbar region, buttocks. Scorpio: reproductive system, sexual organs, bowels, excretory system. Sagittarius:  hips, thighs, liver, sciatic nerve. Capricorn: knees, joints, skeletal system. Aquarius: ankles, circulatory system. Pisces: feet, toes, lymphatic system, adipose tissue.


So there you are. It’s sort of like 23&Me. Now let me go check out what adipose means.  

Tuesday, December 19, 2017

Feel Free for the Holidays

A bobcat ran in front of my car last week. Because I’d never seen one, I thought I was hallucinating. It looked like a giant, cartoon tabby cat, and it flew across the road in a fast float. At home, I did a Google search to make sure they live in Pennsylvania, and they do.

A few days later, in the same exact spot, three fat male turkeys suddenly halted my car. I imagine deer hunting season stirs up the wild critters. I thought about their ability to run free.

This time of year it’s hard to feel free. It seems we’re pinned down with present buying, cookie making, friends and relatives visits, and food preparation. As we put restrictions on ourselves, we worry we can’t possibly connect with all the people who are meaningful to us.

That bobcat was unrestricted, and those fat turkeys ran loose. Let’s all live for the moment. Float on and fly free. 

Thursday, November 30, 2017

Intuition and Play Dates

When you pick a new friend for yourself, or arrange a play date for your child, the most important question seems to be, how do you feel intuitively about that person?

I seldom organized play dates for my children, because my own mother’s choices were hit or miss. She scored with Dee, who’s been in my life since we were two. She sort of missed as I entered middle school, when my three pals played games that sometimes left me out of the action. When it snowed, each of them had a snowmobile. I didn’t. Sometimes in the summer, I’d find out and feel terrible when they got together without me.

When my children were small, a mother would invite my son or daughter to hang out with her child. Sometimes, the mother and I didn’t get along, or my child and her child didn’t hit it off. With every failure, I thought about intuition. 

We think we know instinctively what works, but without a try, we can’t always know. I made the choice to let my children make their own friends. That too had perils, but those choices, along with acceptance and rejection, helped them learn to love.

In life, it’s surprising how we can randomly meet someone and feel an immediate, strong connection. Then another day, experience a giant burst of laughter with one stranger, and a huge sense of calm while in close proximity with another. Our awareness of these unseen connections astounds us, and surprises us, and makes us believe in things that can’t be proven. 

For all this, let us give thanks. 

Wednesday, October 25, 2017

Dead People Talk to You Too

I used to have a good psychic, Andy, before he went off the rails. During one reading, he told me, dead people talk to you.

I thought to deny it, because I had denied my abilities for so long, but then I realized dead people had talked to me my whole life. Sometimes I didn’t listen, but most of the time I let their voices come in and out of my consciousness. I wonder how often it’s remembrances rather than new spirits.

This weekend, I attended Kim’s grandmother’s funeral. After Kim grew up and stopped taking music lessons from me, she and I stayed friends, and when her mother and mine died the same year, we became closer. She gives me pearls of wisdom.

The last time I saw her grandmother Ruth alive, Ruth said, I hope you stay in contact with Kim. You’re important to her.

Ruth’s words resonate with me. Is she talking from the grave, or is it just a memory? I think that when we hear words from our passed-on loved ones, the words are meant to be heard. We are meant to pay heed.

So please pay attention when dead people talk to you. I know they do. 

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Listen to the Trees

Most days I take a walk through a park, where the trees are so plentiful it’s hard to see the sky. I used to barrel through, and cajole myself to get my heart rate up. Now I get out of the car, walk a little, then stop and breathe. A book, The Hidden Life of Trees by Peter Wohlleben, taught me all about how trees communicate with each other and with me. I used to see them only as shade, now they talk to me.

Today, right after I talked to a few trees, a park employee in a truck barreled past me on his way to cut grass. That led to my morning reverie. How can he cut the same grass, week after week? I couldn’t do that job. How can the Rebecca-of-Sunnybrook-farm-type lady at my grocery store keep a smile on her face as she hears that ding from the scanner all day long? How can my attorney friend use the law to think? How can the teacher in the studio next to me listen to wrong notes that come from her student’s loud horns? I say, how cool that we all have different interests and varied abilities to tolerate specific things.

This week they’re paving the road outside my music studio. A man stands at the intersection to stop me or wave me by. On Wednesday, he wore a halo of pulsing lights to keep him safe. I hollered at him. Your hat is stylin’, I want one! I had Halloween in mind.  

His laugh thrills me days later, and his body energy brought me joy all week.

When you can, don’t barrel through life. Hear, see, smell, and feel. And listen to the trees.