My first client, Sophia, was a dangerously curvy
woman in a lemon zest wiggle dress, with a sunflower silk scarf around her
neck. She was fully embracing the style of a 40's
pinup girl with a modern twist.
psychic? Awesome! A psychic medium even better," Sophia said, extending
her hand and formally introducing herself, her other hand holding a frozen key
She brushed the
curtain aside and slid into the circular booth. A Jimmy Buffet “vinyl record”
purse leaned against her hip.
“How can I help you
tonight?” I said.
Meeting new clients,
even the benevolent ones, still made me tense. My heart pounded and I was
sweating anticipating the worse, which for me, was not being able to pass on
accurate spiritual messages. My spirit guides must feel they need to give me a
“pep talk” now and then.
“I want to know about
my love life. I was in this relationship. You know, a long term thing. Well, at
least I thought it was.”
“A question about love
tonight, one of my favorites,” I said.
“Here’s the kicker, it
ended up badly,” she disclosed, “What can you tell me?”
My spirit guides were
busy relaying messages as I wrote down each letter, number, and swirl to share
with her. I pushed a new notepad across the table, encouraging her to take
“You were engaged but
I sense the ex-fiancé did not want the breakup,” I nervously smiled, “His
mother comes across bossy, overbearing, and pushed to end it with you out of
“Marie you’re right.
Every time we drove over to his mother’s house she was always giving me this
smug head to toe look. I never did anything to the woman.”
CHAPTER SEVEN Halloween: Hollywood Style
She looked ferocious.
Ten airbrushed black jagged stripes on each leg,
plus two diagonally on her butt made it twelve. Various shades of orange liquid
latex covered a sculpted body and a tousled mane of long wavy golden brown hair
hung down past her shoulders. My eyes traveled the length of her back stopping
at the stripe encircled tail.
When she turned, an intricately painted tiger’s face
smiled back at me. Jagged stripes crossed a white painted chest, traveling down
to her navel followed by a barely there, black string bikini. Finishing off her
unbelievable costume was a pair of stilettos covering her feet, resembling
She was truly a work of art.
I was given the best seat in the house; an elevated
raised area, where arriving joyful costumed guests glided along the red carpet
among flashing bulbs as photographer’s cameras captured the excitement.
The attendees were adorned in spectacular costumes
apparently created by professionals; Mad Scientist, Circus Ringleader, Warrior
Princesses, Knights, and an assortment of sexy storybook characters. Last but
not least, recognizable horror figures and superheroes from popular movies.
CHAPTER FIVE Green Harvest Festival
“My brother had been in and out of jail his entire
life. He didn’t make many friends. Can I ask you a question?”
“Bernard’s in Heaven, right?”
“Yes, he is,” I assured him.
“You know, he was a good man but he didn’t receive
much direction growing up,” Dion paused. “Well, neither did a lot of us.”
“Bernard is saying he left school at fifteen, right
before he turned sixteen.”
“All I know is he left school early and didn’t
finish.” Dion noted.
A vision of two men walking into a smoky bar floated
before my eyes. One of the men raised his hand to order a drink without a
saying a single word.
“Bernard is showing me two men walking into some
sort of lounge or night club. I see one of the men’s index fingers pointing towards
the bartenders. Like, the man was ordering a drink without saying a single
word,” I wavered. “Must be a regular. It appears the bartenders would know exactly
which drink to make him.”
“That was me,” he said, raising his voice to be
heard over the live music, “The last time I saw him we were at a club and I was doing that. I knew all the bartenders. I walked in and pointed. My boys would
know what to make us.”
CHAPTER ONE Golden Eagle Casino Swap Meet
The tight-lipped event coordinator directed me to the corner, much like a naughty child sent to time out.
As he circled the number with a black felt-tip pen, I knew it was going to be far. Never once taking his eyes off the photocopied map, he drew a wobbly arrow across the parking lot diagram to the furthest point away. My vendor space seemed a million miles from any signs of life.
Once there, I was confined to an odd shaped asphalt square surrounded on two sides by bent chain link fencing with a metal trash can sitting nearby. If you squinted hard enough, you could see the glass doors leading into the casino.
As a psychic medium, this was my first large scale event for sharing guidance to the public. Prior to this, I took part at a beauty salon re-grand opening with three other vendors; one stay-at-home mother selling scented candles and another homemade soap. A third consisted of two gregarious women in skintighttank tops selling affordable fashion from a lime green VW van.
CHAPTER TWO Mardi Gras: Downtown Phoenix Cityscape
Chris leaned back in his chair and straightened out his pant legs. His eyes blinked frequently as he spoke quickly regarding his future. “So you’re saying the Art field. I’m always drawing and teachingmyself with those videos online. Taught myself Photoshop and stuff.” He explained. “Take the time to explore college art programs here in Phoenix. Graphic design, animation, illustration would be options.” “I will. I started applying online last year but gave up.” As we finished the session, he began to rise, paused, and then sat back down once more. “I have to tell you something.” His thin face slackened and brows drew closer. There was a noticeable change in the tone of his voice. He briefly buried his face in his hands then looked up. I sat up, knowing he was about to share something weighing heavily on his mind. “I’ve been so damned depressed for a long time. Feeling I was being sucked into this dark hole with no way out. You know, just worthless,” Chris revealed. I scanned the courtyard for people listening in on our conversation, there were none around so I encouraged him to go on. “They let me off early tonight and I happened to cut across on my way to catch the bus. I don’t have any extra money to pay you. Barely enough for the fare.” “You’re quite alright. I understand.” Christopher lowered his head, and wiped dampness from his lean arms with his chef’s coat before speaking again......
CHAPTER FOUR JEWELS ON THE WATER FRONT NEW YEARS EVE PARTY
Karen was an outwardly confident woman who created an image of class and sophistication. Through my experience, I learned those behind the biggest smiles, often hide the most painful secrets and deepest emotions. “Your first name is fine. I ask because I feel it creates rapport with clients.” “It’s Karen.” After I went over my preliminaries, I opened my notebook and jotted down her first name and leaving enough room to write specific names, initials, dates, and other messages from my spirit guides. “Do you have any specific questions tonight or did you want me to just begin?” I asked. “I have just one question about my relationship. Last Friday my boyfriend just called me out of the blue and told me it was over.” Karen declared. “Can you tell me if we going to get back together again?” I sensed her relationship with David would eventually mend but the reunion would be after the breakup with his next girlfriend. Simultaneously, as I delivered the message, I scribbled the words “drama queen” down on the paper. “He seems to be headed for trouble in his next relationship.” I hesitated. “Well, I’m hearing from my guides that actually he creates drama where there doesn’t need to be any. He reminds me of a drama queen.” “That’s funny you said that. Because I used to tell him he’s just like his mother, who is the biggest drama queen I’ve ever met.” Karen laughed as she wiped tears from the corner of her eyes.
CHAPTER THREE Ladies Night At Lipstick Lounge
Erika pulled up the
neckline of her tight white shirt. Above her cleavage rested a delicate chain
necklace with a silver crucifix. I could sense, she was curious and was
desiring a reading because I happened to be there.
“I have to tell you,
I’m a skeptic. My girlfriend is always going to psychics and she swears by
“It’s healthy to be
skeptical but remain open to the experience. I will pass to you what I sense, feel, hear, and see
about your concern. A psychic reading should be about guiding, not making
decisions or telling you what to do.”
“Marie, I don't know
how much information you need, maybe none at all. I'm engaged to be married to
Brandon but no dates have been set,” Erika said, placing her left hand inches
from my face, “See! Isn’t it beautiful?”
On her left hand was a
stunning princess cut diamond surrounded by two rows of smaller diamonds; a
ring for any bride to be proud of. But was she happy? My spirit guides were
telling me the ring was impressive, but it was not a long term relationship.
Erika was not in love with Brandon. A difficult message to give anyone
especially a woman newly engaged to be married.
"I don't know how
to say this, but it comes across you’re not in love with Brandon. The
relationship lacks passion."
Erika glanced down at
the floor and bit gently into her lower lip. Then without notice, looked up and
scanned the lounge to see if any employees were within earshot. Her voice
quavered as she willingly admitted how she really felt about her fiancé.
“I feel guilty telling
you this,” Erika affirmed, “I have a great catch for a man but I’m not in love.
Yes, you’re right.”
Erika wiped the inner
corners of her eyes with a thumb and index finger and nodded in agreement with
the revelation from spirit guides.
“He’s a good man but
the spark is missing,” I added.
“He's definitely a
good man. I'm attracted to him but I want passion. Between you and me, there is
no sexual chemistry between us whatsoever.”