So since my last post about my epic Dubai fail, I have been moving forward, as I do whenever life kicks me in the face. In spite of my “killer attitude” and “positive vibes”, I still felt a bit down last weekend while I watched the gals explore the new Le Chateau store, ride camels and discover Dubai. I mean, what human wouldn’t?
So I was feeling bleak (and let’s be honest, who isn’t with this weather). I am lucky for my friends though. My biz partner, Mel, saw I could use a pick me up and a reminder that “everything happens for a reason” so she treated me to an hour long sesh with her psychic.
The fact that Melissa has her own personal psychic on speed dial is precisely one of the reasons why we are so well paired for business. She’s wonderfully optimistic and a cheerleader and I tend to be too serious and cynical and pessimistic at times so I bring her down to earth as needed and she pushes me to get my head out of my ass when required. Which I really required last weekend. And what better way to get your head out of your ass than visiting a psychic!
So, this particular psychic works out of her home. It’s a nice home too. No crystal balls or beaded curtains in sight. She’s a mom and grandmother and very kind. I took the stance that I would not give her any leading information because I wanted to see what she was all about and if she could pinpoint me without me telling her anything.
Maybe it was the week I had had, but once she started talking to me I almost felt like crying. She was saying some intense stuff, mostly about my relationship with Brody, stuff that I already knew really but it was nice to hear it. She told me I’m a girl who marries only for love and never for circumstance or money (would you believe that I was in a position to marry both out of circumstance and for money, like twice before? It’s true!).
She told me that Brody was the love of my life and my best friend and that the only thing that will ever bring us apart is death. I knew that, but confirmation is nice.
She told me about our personalities, about his (she never met him) and about mine (she never met be before) and why our personalities make us a perfect fit. He is the King of Wands and I am the Queen of Cups.
The King of Wands: Creative, Inspiring, Forceful, Charismatic and Bold
The Queen of Cups: Loving, Tenderhearted, Intuitive, Psychic and Spiritual
Then we did some more tarot reading. First card I pulled:
That was a nice one to see.
From reading my cards, the psychic told me I’d be very successful, that there were demons in my past that I need to let go of, because they are the only thing that could stop me from achieving my dreams now in that I tend to let them override my inner strength with self-consciousness and incessant worry that I am not capable of pulling off the things in my life that I will come to pull of.
I pulled this card as well.
She said that I break my own heart too much. I let worry over come me. I let self-doubt and self-hate consume me too much. That’s certainly true. I always worry about something and if there is nothing to worry about, I will find it. I will also find something to hate on about myself as well.
She says that I will have children. And I pulled the Knight of Wands card, who will be apple of his father’s eye. That is a nice thought.
I really enjoyed the card reading portion. A lot of it was true. It surprised me how much was true actually. About Brody and about myself and about my career and about what I let hold me back.
The stuff that I didn’t buy was the “One of your dead grandmothers is here to talk to you”. Both my grandmothers are alive. So apparently it was my great grandmother. Then someone else with the letter G. My grandpa, Giuseppe? Sure, that’s him.
Ok, what I don’t get is why do your dead relatives only tell psychics the first letter of their names? This was the part when my bull shit detector started to flash. That said, I know that dead relatives DO actually come to psychics sometimes, because one time, my best friend Becky had all her friends come over for her birthday and invited a psychic and a dead relative came and really laid on some heavy stuff that was ALL true to one of the attendees, something that no reaching-for-it psychic could have come up with. So, I guess it happens and when it doesn’t happen, the psychic needs to come up with some crap or other. That’s the nature of the biz, right? Because at the end of the day, it’s still a business and you want your customers to come back.
At the end of the session, I did feel better. It was probably exactly what the doctor ordered, because while my intuition (QUEEN OF CUPS, SEEEEE!) told me there was some evident BS happening, it also told me that there was some prominent truths being shared and I liked that.
Here’s Cathy Starkman’s info if you want to book a session. She has appeared on Proud FM with Mike Chalut! www.cathystarkman.com