My website gives info on how to get free psychic advice. This is the first in my series of "Snoop a Stranger's Business". All names are fictitious but the questions and answers are real.
My husband and I started an embroidery business and I started a skin care business….will we be successful and have decent income from them? Debbie Do it Yourself-er
Hello Debbie Do it Yourselfer,
The name I invented for you says it all. You WILL be successful if you do it yourself. I have more of a leaning towards your embroidery business. I suggest adding classes and as many branches to this business as you can. I see your husband doing the business end and you the social end. The skin care business will be ok, but I think it may dwindle in time and you would be better served putting your effort into something more creative with your fingers, such as the embroidery.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Saturday, July 25, 2009
I Thought I Was Finished with Murder Dreams
My murder dreams stopped in 1993 when I started my pro bono work with police. I thought they were gone for good. I figured that working on murder cases gave me a free pass.
But NO, they're BACK. Or at least one of them. It went like this....
Boston, night, rough part of town. One gang full of Vietnamese teens on bikes being chased by another gang of older teens in an old Chevy. The Chevy hit one of the boys on his bike and he fell under the car. He looked dead. I tried to alert authorities but they ignored me and seemed corrupt.
The next day I saw on the news that many corrupt officials had been arrested in New Jersey.
I worried all week about the Vietnamese boy's family.
I hate these dreams. When people tell me, "Oh, you are lucky, I would love to be psychic," I tell them, "There are parts of it you don't want."
We all have crosses to bear. Despite my abilities to help solve crimes, I feel like a lost sheep after my dreams. Maybe I will be fleeced and this will by my last one.
But NO, they're BACK. Or at least one of them. It went like this....
Boston, night, rough part of town. One gang full of Vietnamese teens on bikes being chased by another gang of older teens in an old Chevy. The Chevy hit one of the boys on his bike and he fell under the car. He looked dead. I tried to alert authorities but they ignored me and seemed corrupt.
The next day I saw on the news that many corrupt officials had been arrested in New Jersey.
I worried all week about the Vietnamese boy's family.
I hate these dreams. When people tell me, "Oh, you are lucky, I would love to be psychic," I tell them, "There are parts of it you don't want."
We all have crosses to bear. Despite my abilities to help solve crimes, I feel like a lost sheep after my dreams. Maybe I will be fleeced and this will by my last one.
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