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- The Bird Whisperer 13 Sep 2011
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I’m sitting in the park beside a river, eating a salad and enjoying a magnificent sunset on a rather warm January evening. Floating on the water, a good distance away, are seagulls and ducks, going about their early evening ablutions certainly not paying any attention to myself and another person as we continue to eat our salads and talk. In the course of our conversation I quietly say to him, “They put bacon in this salad. I wonder if the seagulls will eat bacon?” At that very instant, as if they heard my words, the seagulls immediately take flight, all ten or twelve of them, and begin circling overhead- a few birds planting themselves near my picnic table. The ducks begin frenetically paddling down river toward me, until we are surrounded by a wild frenzy of feathered friends converging on us. I have not even lifted a shred of shredded bacon in their direction…
A bit unnerved by their eavesdropping, I say to them out loud, “Calm down, alright? Just calm down.” They slowly stop circling and all the ducks and seagulls now patiently stand in the grass near the picnic table where we sit. Not to disappoint, I tossed them the bacon and the remains of my salad before leaving, while they happily munched away.
- Is the world actually going crazy or is it just me? 20 Aug 2008
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Standing in line at the Post Office, everyone is growing impatient. People are edgy, starting to comment on the clerks, picking on their children or on someone else’s. A man walks in and looks at the line, waits for a second, and starts shouting, “Isn’t anyone moving around here?” We all turn to him. After all it’s just a Post Office line. He then pushes past everyone and goes to the counter to ask some trivial question and holds up the line again. I figure I have to do something here. So I start sending the message “Just go away. Leave” telepathically to him. Several people start to leave. He turns as if someone has just spoken to him and I try not to smile. He remains. I keep sending the message until he turns around and abruptly leaves. The person standing behind me says, “What got into him?” I just shrug my shoulders and smile as we move closer to the counter.
August, 2008
- MY PSYCHIC LIFE© A word to the wise when shopping 12 Oct 2007
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So I did what every psychic does on her time off… I went shopping… just kidding, of course. People ‘think’ that psychics are always reading people, 24/7…if that was true, i probably would be babbling in some institution being fed baby food by now…but on with my story.
I was shopping in a trendy downtown store, certainly feeling and looking a bit less than a lot of the rehearsed downtown crowd, but still holding my own.
I found some things to try on and wandered to the dressing rooms where a guy was giving out numbers, letting people into dressing rooms, you know the drill. He barely looked at me, in fact, for a moment I thought I was a dust mote next to the other people he seemed to be adoring at that moment, but it didn’t really matter to me. I felt happy in myself and glad to close myself off from the world to try on some clothes… it’s a jungle out there…
I left the dressing room area and aimlessly walked through the store, examining clothing. Time passed and as I was looking at a rack of clothing, he simply appeared. He asked if I found something to buy. I had. I figured that was the end of it, but he stood there smiling at me and said, “You know, I was sorry I didn’t see you leave the dressing room. You had such a nice feeling about you…you had such nice energy.” I thanked him and chuckled to myself, also intuitively knowing he was being genuine and not trying to pick me up. Did I mention he was gay? It pays to be psychic.
I told him I was a clairvoyant and we exchanged knowing glances. I also told him he’d be leaving this place by early next year and go study fashion like he wanted to do… but that’s a whole other blog.
- MY PSYCHIC LIFE© 16 Jun 2007
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I’m sure you can relate to this one.
I was feeling sad about money, or lack of. I told you, you could relate.
And I’m walking through a grocery store buying some food when my cart runs over something. I stop and find a wadded up bill. It looked like a $5.00 bill. I picked it up, figuring ‘any port in the storm’. I opened it to find a $50.00 bill. I wasn’t exactly sure what to do. Some would say pocket it, some would say give it up. I walked toward the cashier lines and watched to see if someone started missing his or her money. No one did. I did that for a while before I claimed the money. Good story, right? Well, there’s more.
Years later, I was in a restaurant having dinner with a friend, remembered the story and told it to him. The instant the story ended, he suddenly reached down beside his chair and picked up a folded $50. bill someone must have dropped on the floor. He begged me to reinvent the story to $500, but I say ‘you can’t always get what you want, but you get what you need.’
- MY PSYCHIC LIFE© 7 Mar 2007
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So I’m standing in line in the grocery store and there’s a two year old girl wailing near the next check-out. Her mother is talking to her about some candy she wants, as if she’s bargaining at the Hague. She continues talking to this crying, cranky child who is getting more frustrated because the candy, now in her hand, isn’t what she really wanted. The young cashiers are rolling their eyes, and I finally catch the attention of the child while her mother is intoning the various reasons why she thought the baby wanted the candy that she just opened. The child looks at me with a look that intuitively tells me – ‘who is this person and what is she trying to say? I just want to get out of this cart and run around.’ I send a telepathic message to the child- ‘I know just how you feel.’ The child quiets and smiles at me. The mother continues reasoning with her as she pushes her out of the store. Welcome to my world.
Here’s how I bought my last car.
I walked past several salesmen standing around the main door of a car dealership. Thoughts of my friend briefing me on how to ’talk’ to car salesmen crossed my mind and flew out of my head. I’m never good with that. One of the salesmen teased me about ‘looking like an artist.’ I ignored him and walked over to a model of the car I wanted to test drive. I did so and started to leave to consider buying it.
As I walked to the door, refrains of my friend’s words repeated in my head like a bad headache- “You have to talk them down. You have to stand firm.” As I moved past the men, the same salesman asked if I was going to ‘buy my car today.’
Offended by his comments, I kept moving. He continued asking me if I was an artist. I finally told him yes. Before I could leave, he asked me what kind of art I created. I told him I was a writer. He kept after me, asking what kind of books I wrote. At the time, one of my ‘psychic books’ was published and I told him the title in a very low voice. He asked if I was a professional psychic. I cringed, waiting for a sarcastic joke.
Instead he hurried me to his desk and told me he was the dealership manager and had to make an important personal decision in the coming weeks. If I gave him a reading right away, in exchange he would get me the car I wanted at cost. I did so, and I got my car with an added sunroof and good speakers. Psychic perks.
