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Today we shall learn how to find a reputable intuitive and/or medium. There are some real scam artists out there, and it behooves you to learn how to spot them.

The easiest way to spot a scammer is to simply follow the old adage which is the title of this post–if it looks like sh*t, smells like sh*t, then it is sh*t. In other words, first and foremost, trust what your gut is telling you about the person who you are considering doing business with. The one time a scammer ever read for me, I had a strong feeling that this dude was full of it–and I wasn’t doing readings at the time myself. Allow your gut to be the end decision maker on this one.

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OMG, that is such a pressing question. The possibilities for discussion are endless! Pffftttt…..

Now on the other hand, a question that really does pose endless discussion even without the assistance of alcoholic beverages is this–does the concept of a predetermined “fate” really exist, or is everything just free will? Cue in the song, “Things that Make Ya Go Hmmmmm…”, right?

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I am a firm believer that you can use your intuition for anything you get the urge to use it for….baking a cake, discerning the weather, what the hell is causing that traffic jam up ahead of you, who is the smelly hog who didn’t wash his pits before he arrived at hot yoga this morning…..sky is the limit, folks. One activity I have found it to be especially delightful for is building my business, Your Coach for Life (website is http://www.yourcoachforlife.biz, just in case you were nosy. Not gonna make you use your intuition to figure that one out–he he he he! LOL!)

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Oh yeahhh……I am at it again! Put your seat belts on and grab the bitch handle, readers, cause it’s gonna be an adventurous ride (read) today!

Yes, indeed, I shall greatly enjoy the companionship of my dearest relatives who have passed into Spirit this holiday season. No, there shall not be LSD or mushrooms involved either. As my mediumship (one who communicates with the Spirit world) abilities have grown, I can now contact my grandparents when I want to sometimes. I am still perfecting my method, but this is what I will do to converse with them and see what manner of mischief they are causing elsewhere.

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This sucker (no pun intended) is comin’ straight from the heart this morning. My current bout of hormonally inspired insomnia is leaving my brain about as fresh as a bag of last year’s lettuce, but I have to write this. You fellow writers can empathize….when you got words stuck inside, they will keep bitching until they are freed. So here we go!

Yes, it still sucks. It still sucks that my grandparents, aunts, and uncles aren’t in their human bodies currently, that they left me and the rest of my family through various vehicles of death. You would think that because I am a medium, can talk to “dead” people, that my grief at these losses would be so much softer, less sharp and prickly, more blurry, not hurt so much. I can, after all, have the occasional chat with them on my own. Grandpa Sever always hears me when I cry until my eyes are raw because I miss him–I just want him to give me a sign that he and I are still together, that it doesn’t matter that his body was lowered into the cold, hard ground back in 2003. When I ask him to give me a sign that he hears me, this is when the camera will sail off the dresser for no apparent reason, or all the beauty products under my bathroom sink will suddenly be turned upside down. All of them.  About once a year, I will visit another medium so I can have direct communication with all my family up there. I just LOVE hearing what they are up to now, what advice they have for me…..it’s so comforting.

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Heh heh…..ha ha ha. You can tell I have kinfolk from Bean Blossom, Indiana. “Why in the dickens” is a snazzy little phrase I picked up from my grandmother, Jeanette Eldina Snider. She is probably rolling over in her grave because I have shared her middle name, but I love it. Lordy, I am digressing early in this blog, aren’t I? On to the topic at hand…why you would want to be more intuitive.

Being highly intuitive comes with its ups and downs, just like everything else life hands us (and/or we hand ourselves.) So why would you want it? Here are some compelling reasons to practice and hone your intuitive skills:

1. It can literally save your life. Many moons ago when I was a ditzy blond more concerned with partying and farting around, I worked with a guy who I COULD NOT STAND! This is a highly unusual state of affairs since I tend to seek the best in people and laugh at about anything anyone says. None of my friends could fathom my distaste for this guy–I couldn’t either. I just wanted to run the hell away when he got near. He just felt creepy. I avoided him at all costs. Several years later, he and his cronies broke into a home, burglarized it, and slit the throats of the 3 teenagers who had the misfortune to be there. This guy was the throat slitter. Go figure.

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“I wish I could do what you can do.”    ” You are so lucky to be so intuitive.”

These are remarks I hear over and over again. Now, I want you to know, angels did not swoop down at my birth, wings just a’flappin’ to beat the band, and gently sprinkle me in some sort of angelic fairy dust that enabled me to have super human powers. I just can guarantee that I do one thing very, very differently than you—I routinely park my arse and shut my cakehole. You know why? Because you MUST get quiet and stay that way if you are ever going to harness the power of your intuition. It is that simple–and that complicated.  Simple because it is free–solitude doesn’t empty your pocket of a even a penny, unless you are skipping off to a high falutin’ retreat. Simple because it is easy, sorta—be alone and be quiet. How hard is that? In our culture, it is like they say in the tiny farm community where I was birthed and raised, “it is like trying to pull hen’s teeth.” Pretty much impossible. So it seems.

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So how do you know when you are sitting in front of a good (i.e. honest, knows his/her stuff) psychic vs. sitting in front of a con artist? And as far as being ugly?  Well, that made for a catchy title now, didn’t it?  Here are some tips.

They will admit they aren’t always right. John Edward says he is never wrong. Oh, really, John Boy. Given that there are 365 days in each year, one would think that there is just a chance that mayhap John would have an off day. He is human after all, correct? Or maybe he is one of the aliens that I blogged about earlier…..ha ha ha.  Anyhooters, I think John is full of it. He is incredible at what he does, yes. He has been doing it since dinosaurs were flying around, but….he isn’t perfect. So that leaves room for error. And if someone says they are always right, then I say they are wrong.

Continue reading “The Good, The Bad, and The Sometimes Ugly” →

Why yes, if there were a dour Catholic, school teaching nun from the 50’s around, she would be rapping my knuckles with a ruler but good!! (Heard tales of such antics from my granny–don’t know if it is true). Anyhooters, the nun’s knickers would be in a wad because I broke one of my cardinal rules of intuitive reading at the KISS concert at the Indiana State Fairgrounds. What is the cardinal rule? Don’t read someone unless you have their permission. To me, it is being nosy–like furtively sneaking a  peek at someone’s journal. You see, when you have intuitive abilities that are highly developed, it behooves you to operate ethically. I believe in treating others as I want to be treated, and I know I do not at all like someone reading my energy sans my permission, and if I am not paying them to do so for my benefit. And who did I read without permission? None other than that sexy 58 year old fart, Paul Stanley.

Just couldn’t help myself. I have dearly loved KISS and Paul Stanley from the tender young age of 10. Awash with awakening hormones, I was fascinated by him. That coal black hair! Those sultry eyes! That perky pucker! And Lord help us all, the —gasp–hairy chest. Little did I know, but Paul was the beginning of my life long fascination with Jewish men. My biggest dilemma was–should I strive to marry him or Shaun Cassidy? Like I said, I was 10. But now I am 43, and my idol was before me, strutting his hairy stuff, exuberantly singing, and I was ecstatic. He has such magnificent energy as a performer, despite the number of years he has been doing it. I wondered if it was all an act, or if he really loved it as much as he seemed. Considering he is rather difficult to find much information about, no books that I know of are available about him, I knew I probably would never find out. And I really, really wanted to. It occurred to me then, well, hell. I could just connect with him and read him. I could get my answer.

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