In psychic readings, I often start with a client’s health issues. It works in two ways. Sometimes my eyes are drawn to a part of their body, but more often I feel actual heat or pain there. I’ve been told I’m helpful, but I feel helpless if I realize they’ll continue with unhealthy habits. Instead of harping about ruin, I send out love. I can only fix myself. I can’t fix another person.
I love being psychic. I hate being psychic. I love
that I help solve murders. I hate when I can’t save people. One time, I begged
a client to leave town because of danger, she didn’t, and her death occurred.
Another time, I knew a cop would die on a highway but couldn’t be more
specific, and he was killed as he helped a stranded motorist change a flat tire
on a snowy day.
I’ve done many years of therapy to excise my demons
and save myself from destruction. Seeing the dark side is never easy, but life
is a day-to-day task. Positive thoughts and actions are what you can control.
No one needs my help for that.
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