Hope, Not Pandora's Box of Evil

In Greek mythology, Pandora’s box is an artifact. As curious Pandora opened the box (actually a jar), all the evil of the world flew out. When she closed it again, only HOPE was left inside. Tarot readings, like life, are a Pandora’s box.  

  

In the 1980s in Bloomsburg, Pennsylvania, my first psychic mentor pretended to be a witch so the local men would leave her alone. The first time I laid down a tarot card in her presence, I did it on the steps in front of my apartment. Disrespectful, she said, buy a scarf with good vibes.

When she stopped each day as she walked her old dog, she talked about rebirth, the souls of dogs, and devil possessions. None of the three held my interest, but our discussions led me to the local library’s collection of books about ancient soothsayers, devils, witches, and magicians. Until then, I hadn’t understood the extent of paranormal beliefs.

On every vacation, I visit libraries, even in Hawaii. For all of you who love the water, please realize that to be intuitive, you can retrieve the calming effect the ocean has on your mood and body.

Now back to my own intuitive skill set. As I’ve read more about it, I feel less alone. And yet, I can’t get an answer to a few questions. If you had a psychic gift, would you use it to make money? Would you work with police, or would you consider that the dark side and stay away? Would you butt into people’s lives with unasked advice?

Just like any other job, I only have some of the answers. Yes, I deal with evil on murder cases, but yes, I believe in hope.

Book Sales Down, Other Businesses Up

I’m psychic, but I often can’t tell my own future. I thought my fiction book, Carriers of Genius: Conversations with the Mothers of Twelve Famous Men, would sell in the thousands. It’s done alright, but I haven’t hit my goal. During the past year, I pushed, then privately worried and pouted.

When I paid my quarterly taxes, I started thinking. How did my book affect my other businesses, if at all? When I looked at the figures, I realized my income had bumped up 30%, and in some months, 50%. Nothing else had changed, so it had to be my book.

I’m self-employed, and I work as both a psychic and a private piano and voice teacher. Psychics are often perceived as kooky and uneducated, so maybe my clients were shocked that I had the self-discipline to pull it off. As a teacher, I asked all my students to buy my book, and they did. In their eyes, I went from a one dimensional older woman to a two dimensional author.

Life twists us all up, and doesn’t go the way we plan. I know I have a lifetime to sell my book, and in the meantime, I took four vacations in three months. How can I care where my success hit? Like love, intuition is not an exact science.