So You Want to Be a Professional Psychic

I have been doing psychic readings as a professional for over 23 years. It is what I love and what I believe is my true soul path for this lifetime. I sincerely believe I am here to help others achieve what they came for by offering readings delivered as accurately and softened with as much compassion as possible. So, I understand the rush of excitement to do what I do.

When I first started doing readings for payment I was terrified. I approached a woman putting together a psychic fair, told her I had no experience with the public, but felt I had the gift and the desire if she would give me a chance. She asked me to read for her, which I did.... and that day started years of thousands of readings.

I have made mistakes along the way...all made from my interpretation of information and not asking a more detailed question. I had to learn to get ego out of the way,allow the information to flow without making it "pretty", and to respect the endless faces of our fellow men. Each time I would pat myself on the back that I was spiritual enough not to be shocked or judgmental by what clients would reveal...well, that is when the Universe would send me the murderer, the pedophile  and countless others who all blessed me with their trust and helped me to be a better person. I would not discourage anyone to take on this profession, but it can be a lonely one and filled with sometimes overwhelming responsibility.

You become the sounding board and the keeper of secrets. It is a sacred responsibility and not to be taken lightly. There is plenty of room for all of us who wish to carry on this task, but be sure this is what you want. Once you enter the door, it is hard to retreat. There are many wonderful teachers and books to guide your way. They may be more to comfort you as you learn to interpret what is channeled through you as you already have the gift and the power. Remember that Intention is the key and, to not sound too airy is Love.

Which Fairy Tale Reflects You?

Several years ago, when my father was seriously ill, my sister took leave from her job and came to keep us company in the long hours of hospital waiting rooms and eventual  final care. On one of those long vigils, my sister and I discovered that we shared the same favorite fairy tale, Beauty and the Beast. We each had a tape of the original old French version and I was on a quest for the remake with George C. Scott.

I had read somewhere that you could see more clearly where you were in your life by identifying with your favorite character in your favorite story and, more importantly, where you are now in the story. Much to our amazement and delight, she readily, without the least hesitation identified with Beauty and I, just as strongly, with the Beast.

My single sister had taken a leave of absence from her job several states away, using all her vacation and sick time, to come to care for our father. She did that every year for many years...and still does for our mother. She was,and is, indeed, Beauty. Willingly and with more laughter than tears, my sister empowered and devotedly loved our parents . My father would say, "She lights up the room when she comes in" and it was true.

I was Beast. Always clumsy, not knowing what to do, fretful, weepy and generally being more in the way than anything. I am good at waiting. I can wait in cars, doctor's offices, and hospital waiting rooms for hours and have sometimes for days with patience and a supply of black I waited. Like Beast, I could try to please, but mostly achieved awkward bullying with persistence.

As my father was dying, my sister, Beauty, was in the fairy tale at the place where Beauty came to be imprisoned by the Beast to save her father. I, Beast, was in the tale where I lay dying...having lost all hope. My father has been gone eleven years now and my mother plans to join him in a matter of months. Beauty and the Beast emerge again...where are we now...

Where are you? Choose a story, pick the character you identify closely with, and then decide where you are in the story. Share if you like.