Ask Questions First, Then Later

29. November 2011 · Comments Off · Categories: blog · Tags: , , , ,

You begin to write your story by asking a question.

No one expects you to be brilliant and articulate and flawless in the asking. There’s no grammar queen hiding behind the etheric veil. No one is asking you to write a 50,000 word expose.

Just ask the question(s). Keep asking. Get comfortable in the not-knowing.

And you never let anyone else answer your questions. Except for yourself, of course. Guidance is one thing. Concrete answers with no room for deviation? Consider them a bright orange Caution sign.

When you can’t find the path, stop. Then start.

And when you stop again, laugh. Forgive your impatience.

Maybe there isn’t a path, after all.

Understand that your life is a little precious blip on a multi-colored continuum.

In asking the question, you write your story.

It’s something to do with trusting the soul.

Trust that foolish girl with the colorful scarf who never listens, never listens.

Oh, she’s listening — just not to you, the one with all the answers.

Questions are like tidal pools, cool to the touch and glistening beyond their rocky-ringed strait. You may skirt around them or dive and lay a finger down before casting back up. You may decide to sit and admire your reflection, or that of the sky and undulating clouds. Admire the essence of water that connects to the larger body, swirling and curling around you.

Questions are like water.

Why am I here?

What’s my purpose?

Why am I in such a crazy family?

How much of this is a choice?

What is there for me?

Am I a healer?

What does that mean?

What does it all mean?

Ask the questions. No one is judging you. And in asking them, your story – the one you’ve always wanted to write – begins.

To Move, To Hope, To Dream (Again & Again)

13. June 2011 · 8 comments · Categories: blog · Tags: , , , ,

Moving. I’m an expert at it.

I have the unending morass of my childhood to thank. It planted in me a sense of desperation to break free and breathe. What kept me alive during those difficult years? A battered Appalachian trail guide and emergency survival kit. I promised myself that I’d trace the entire AT once I left home for good.

Instead, I moved all over the U.S. after college — Cape Cod, Colorado, Jersey City, NYC (Brooklyn, South Bronx, UES), Hudson river towns, Portland OR, Las Vegas, Florida, Vermont.

If I had a hankering for say, the West Coast, I’d fit whatever I could in my hatchback and go. This was after months of silent contemplation — but I always made it look like I was doing it on the fly.

Some of the moves were just to move. Some were for love. Some to run away. (A memorable one was in the dead of the night, a 350 Honda hitched to my Tercel with a mewking Avery in the front seat). Some were the “fuck you, you’ll miss me” pack ups. A few were purely economical. Other moves were opportunities I couldn’t pass up. A couple were the lick-my-wounds kind.

Most of them took me to places where I didn’t know a soul. There was so much pleasure in starting fresh, building a life and finding my way. I needed to prove something: to my perfectionist father and the emerging woman. I needed to learn about courage, over and over again.

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Bullshit Con Artist Psychics

08. May 2011 · 6 comments · Categories: blog · Tags: , , , ,

It cannot be said enough how disastrous some psychics are with their gift.

Absolutely destructive.

I’ve had perfectly sane clients sit across from me, terrified that I will tell them about the “dark spirit” that haunts them. Why? Because some dumb-ass Tarot reader said it 5 years ago. This same reader also told them that if they pay X amount of money, they’ll clear the spirit from their aura.

What total and complete bullshit.

{Excuse my Aquarian Moon. She’s always had a bit of an attitude.}

Now, you can argue that we all have the power of discernment and it’s simple to see through charlatans such as the above. Who ever wants to see themselves as weak? However, when you are brokenhearted and lost in the event of a sudden breakup or vexing questions — it’s easy to seek comfort in people who seem to “go beyond”. Then these psychics will reveal details that no one knows (usually with a younger client, all the easier to deceive), who then trusts what they say as the absolute gospel truth.

Remember — energy is just energy. A psychic can use it for good or evil. Some of these con artists are truly psychic but lost in greed. They’ve gone to the dark side with their gift.

And it is evil, the purest form of disharmony and selfishness, to use your powers to deceive or take advantage of anyone. It reminds me of Jesus’ warning that anyone who harms a little child should put a millstone around their neck and jump in the nearest lake. (Matthew 18:6)

Quite frankly, my clients are like children. Vulnerable, seeking souls who are willing to open and entrust their secrets to me. I am always aware of this and it fills me with the greatest compassion and humility. Let’s face it: I’m just like my clients. Often scared, joyful, curious, brokenhearted. I get it.

When I fell in love with a woman at my Christian college, I tried everything I could to get rid of the feeling — even deciding on a “deliverance session”, which was the evangelical version of exorcism. The spiritual types who were in charge of “deliverance” seemed sincere — and here I was: a senior English major, Dean’s List, well-respected TA. And totally desperate.

They only wanted to usher my lost, gay soul to freedom through Christ. Right?

After the 3 hour session, they were sure to warn me that if I had any contact with my girlfriend or engaged in any desire for a woman, I was in jeopardy of being re-oppressed by 7 more demons, including the original. (Matthew 12:45)

Do you know how many years I walked around in pure paranoia after this was said to me?

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