Sunday, November 3, 2013

Psychic Readings and Tears of Change


A few weeks ago a beautiful woman came for a reading and kept crying.  I felt helpless.  I was tempted to ease her pain and tell her what she wanted to hear, but I HAD to tell her what I knew to be true, which was actually something better for her.  She just needed time and healing to experience the changes and make her way towards a new kind of life.
It’s difficult to change a perception.  I give speeches at colleges, clubs and women’s expos, and after my last speech a woman told me emphatically, “Do not say everyone can do it, because I can’t and they can’t.”
I do believe everyone is intuitive, but I think she meant not everyone can help police on murder cases nor see the future clearly for others.  When I was young, I thought my psychic ability was imagination, like other kids had pretend friends.  I saw through walls into houses and lives and thought it was hope.  Back then I figured I was imagining scenarios and conversations.  Any special powers I had were flights of fancy.  Now I accept my abilities. 
People often tell me they wish they had my gift.  If I had my druthers, instead I would have wanted my baby son’s blond curls or my daughter’s good directional sense, his quiet calm or her strength, his engineering mind or her analytical brain.  Yet I am content. 
Fall brings winds of change.  I wish everyone the best kind of autumn changes followed by a winter of content. 

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