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! Continue reading “What Happens When You Ignore Your Spirit Guides? A Tale of Woe”
So who else out there has psychic abilities? You can see past, present, and future, have jammin’ intuition that is always spot on, and so forth. Raise your paws!! Raise your paw if you are Sure! (and your underarm doesn’t reek like a barn yard beast). Ah so. I see many of you are. Well, do the following types of occurrences happen to you? If so, how do you handle them? Do share your tales and advice at the end of my story.
A few weeks ago, I was scheduling a client. I perused the Monday on my calendar she had requested and was preparing to pencil her in. Then, just like that, it was the dang sense of knowing. “DO NOT SCHEDULE ANYONE ON THIS DAY!” Continue reading “A Plumb Crazy Tale of Psychic Ability”
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.
Continue reading “Part 2 of the Jocular Post, “How Do You Deal with Skeptics?””
I had the distinct pleasure of observing famed psychic medium John Edward do his thing in front of a live audience on March 8th. I love John. I have devoured all his books except his one fiction piece….ol’ boy knows his stuff and can also easily teach it to others. So I was curious to see what he would be like in person.
He was just what I expected, with one exception. He really got on the rag with some audience members who didn’t readily agree with the information he received….thus the title of this blog. Midol maybe, John? Or perhaps I would get a bit feisty too if I had done this type of work for 30 years and dealt with all the heckling that invariably arrives with it.
Continue reading “Perhaps John Needs Some Midol”
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.
Continue reading “As Count Chocula says, “Don’t Be Afraid!””