What Happens When You Ignore Your Spirit Guides? A Tale of Woe

Yep, that is what will happen. You will get a tale of woe, all for you to kick yourself in the ass about. “Why didn’t I listen?” Indeed–why didn’t you? We will explore that question. But for now, onto my tale of woe.

Let us harken back to earlier this frosty winter, my friends. I USED to have an ankle-length down coat which zipped up clear to underneath my nose. So toasty warm it was, so durable, and so expensive (but I got it for a steal at Macy’s-we are talking a veritable mere pittance.) I was able to withstand frigid temperatures for long periods as I took care of my petsitting dogs, and it allowed me to wear shorts to the gym in the winter.  Bonus point!

One sleepy Wednesday morning, as I hurried to hang up my coat and proceed to my HIIT class, I heard on the left side of my head, “Don’t hang that up. Someone might steal it.” I heard it loudly. And. Clearly. On the receiving side of my head where I listen to all intuitive/psychic input.

I chose to ignore it. I didn’t want to crumple up my beloved blanket coat in a short locker. Besides, I sweat it out at a posh gym on a posh side of town. “Don’t be paranoid. No one is going to steal your coat.”

Saturday morning, the locker room bustled and teemed with women in leggings too tight. Once again, more loudly, as I hung up my coat, “Don’t hang this up! Someone might steal it!” I was getting a mite pissy with this “paranoid” train of thought and soundly ignored it.

Guess who got her own tale of woe upon returning to the locker room? Yep, me. Dang thing was as gone as gone could be, with all my keys in the pocket, too. Despite assistance from management in tracking down the coat and keys, alas, they were long gone. I hoped that whoever stole it choked on a ham bone while wearing it-LOL!!! Karma will get them, whether or not a ham bone is involved.

Now, I have been receiving strong psychic information for literally years. Why would I choose to ignore what was clearly wise guidance?

  1. The advice was being spoken in a female voice, and I am used to hearing a genderless voice. That really threw me. I thought I was simply full of crap.
  2. I was tired and wanted to do what I wanted to do when I wanted to do it. Like a two-year-old ignoring Mom when she says not to touch a lit stove burner.
  3. I had allowed my connection to guidance for myself to weaken. I was too busy and too tired to tune in regularly. Even though I have been doing this forever, excellent self-care, rest, and meditation benefit all of us on the intuitive/psychic journey.

Guess who is listening better? Me. (I hope my guides aren’t laughing!) By the time I replace all the keys and the coat, it is going to cost me $600 or so. Ekkkk!

I hope this helps you listen better to yourself and your guides.

Ya Think Life Would Be Easier…..

Indeed. Seems like life would be a hell of a lot easier, smoother, etc and whatnot when a gal (or dude) can read energy. You know what to do! You hear guidance, as if perhaps Archangel Michael is blasting directions through a megaphone into your head. No willy nillying around, trying to make up your mind about your situation. Oh no, because you read energy!

It isn’t that simple. Like most counselors and other helping professionals, we are fabulous at doling out advice, but can’t always figure out what to do for ourselves. Some intuitives and psychics can’t even pick up information for themselves. I can, but at times, my attachment to the outcome boogers everything up. Why? Two words–attachment and should.

I have written endlessly about the nastiness of the words should and attachment. Both can cause a pecker load of trouble. Focusing on what we deem to be the best outcome, without allowing that another could be equally as beneficial, is indeed angst producing. And should. Doing what we think others want us to do, or what is the “right” thing to do, but not really taking into account what feels best,usually  winds up pooping on our parade in the long run.

So if making a decision is causing you trouble, do what I plan on doing. Write about it at length, talk to your friends and family, perhaps go see a counselor or psychic (or both), and then sit still with yourself and your version of spirit guides, God, Allah, whomever. It may take a while, but eventually, the answer will show itself.

How to Spot a Scamming Psychic

The other day I happened to spot this ad whilst I was out tra la la-ing about. Warning bells screeched in my mind as I finished reading it, and  I shook my head in disgust.  I knew that this would be the basis for a blog informing readers how to know when you have a stinker of a psychic in front of you.

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Gosh darn, where do I even begin with this? (Scratches head.)

I shall commence with the phrase “wishes and prayers answered.” Dear reader, only YOU, yes, YOU, can answer your own wishes and prayers. Yes, you can meditate, chant, pray, positively vibrate, etc., but you must do something in order for anything to occur–even if that something is merely a thought coupled with intention. Thoughts are some powerful little boogers, but that is a topic for another day. It boils down to the fact that absolutely no other human is going to answer your wishes and prayers in a way that absolves you of the responsibility of running your own show.

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Part 2 of the Jocular Post, “How Do You Deal with Skeptics?”

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So Wowsy Woosy!!! I had a fabulous conversation today and was simply compelled to write about it.

I asked a lady what she thought prompted folks to be skeptical about animal communication, psychic ability, etc. etc. blah blah blah. Her answer was amazeballs! I had NEVER even considered it for two seconds! It explained so much to me.

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As Count Chocula says, “Don’t Be Afraid!”

I finally got to have lunch on Wednesday with a super groovy chick I haven’t seen in a coon’s age. We  settled in at our patio table to await the arrival of our vittles, and I was busy wondering how she applied her liquid eyeliner so well. (The fashionista in me never sleeps–the ol’ broad is always on the lookout for cool clothes, sexy shoes, fun make up, etc.) My eyeliner musings were interrupted by: ” I’m afraid of you. I ‘m worried that you’re reading me.” One of the things I like about my pal is that she has massive lady balls the size of the Russian tundra. She doesn’t mince words. I was so glad she voiced her concern. I am sure many others may have that same thought as well when we meet. Allow me to put your mind at ease by sharing what I told her.

Hell no, I am not readin’ your ass when we meet. GAAHHHH!! Who would want all that information? I do not want to know the color of your undies, or if you are going commando that day. I do not want to know that you are mad enough at your partner to throttle his/her fanny because the damn slob won’t pick up after themselves. I do NOT want to know how much you are coveting your neighbor’s ass–literally. If any sexual information randomly meanders into my noodle, I slam the “CANCEL” button down on my intuitive control panel ASAP and yell,”TMI! TMI!” Could you just imagine how bat sh*t crazy I would be if I had the “crystal ball” turned on at all times? Hokey smokes! Talk about information overload.

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