Sunday, January 30, 2005

Uncomfortable Relay

I think I've mentioned that I have ghosts in my dreams? Well, I'm completely aware in my dream that I am speaking with a ghost and I have total recall of the experience. Unfortunately, this happens many times a week and I sometimes don't get a lot of sleep. Thankfully, I'm pretty used to it and it doesn't scare me.

One night, I fell asleep and "Don" appeared to me. He walked quickly past me in a darkened hallway. He was tall, portly, dressed in jeans and a blue t-shirt. He was also bald and loved motorcycles. Middle-aged.

Anyway, he said, "Tell her I love her!"

"Um, ok, but who are you?"

"It's Don," he said as if I should have known.

"Well, how will she know that I spoke to you?"

At this point, he pulled out a gun, stuck it in his mouth and pulled the trigger. I woke up instantly.

The next day, I was going to be seeing a friend (whom I didn't know very well at all). I struggled with the idea of telling her about "Don". Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and I pulled her aside.

"Er, did you have an uncle who died?"


"Was his name Don?"

She was more interested now. "Yes," she said.

"Was he, um, kind of big, bald and middle-aged? Liked motorcycles?"

"Yes, yes!" Her eyes were absolutely wide.

This was the hardest part. "Did he commit suicide? With a gun?"

"Geeezuz," she said, "that's him. Why do you ask??"

"He says to tell you he loves you."

Saturday, January 29, 2005

Recently, In A Letter To A Friend...

I think it's unfortunate that I kicked off the new year in the following way. Oh, well.

Hmmm...idiot at the New Year's party. Well, we decided
to spend the evening with two friends at their party. As it turned out,
only 3 others made it: 2 of them were a couple.

I know the guy from my days at the university: he was a few years
ahead of me in philosophy, in the Doctorate program from which he
would eventually disappear. When I met him again through SCULLY's
friends, I instantly knew he was a jerk. His name is X.

So, while my friends are showing interest in what I do (they are
extremely supportive of my career choice), X has to talk to me about
what I do. My friends are dreading this, I can tell, and I am trying
to avoid eye contact. I can see him navigating around the room and,
finally, the conversation has to happen or I will be rude.

(SCULLY has decided to let me handle it: X is an idiot but I can
always hold my own. He had his own experiences with X while at
university: turns out SCULLY is far superior in intellect and better at
chess, too. The guy has consistently vied for the position of alpha
male ever since. Tedious.)

I entertain the questions about what I do for a living. He won't
leave me alone. He needs me to know that he thinks my psychic reading
cannot be real because it doesn't fall under the umbrella of science
and mathematics and, well, that's all there really is...blah, blah,

He also needs me to know that he believes that what I do with the
cards etc. can be easily explained. So, there's my chance to shut him
up: "What do I do with the cards? What does a psychic reading
involve? Do I use cards? Does that fact that I make predictions with
greater-than-average accuracy necessarily imply some statement about
the nature of reality, if such a Nature there be?" You see where I'm

He won't be derailed. Despite the fact that he cannot adequately
explain what a reading is, that he can't tell me how my readings
proceed or what kind of predictions I make, he needs to establish his
superiority. He looks like an idiot. I tell him that his arguments
might be strengthened if actually knew something about what I did.

The only way that I can shake him off is by agreeing to call it an
evening when SCULLY asks if we could go...

It went on for hours and my head was hurting because I wanted to join
in the big people's conversation. :(

Anyway, I felt like telling him how inappropriate it was to expect
anyone to defend his/her career choice and no less so at a party!

At any rate, thanks for permitting me the rant.

At least I got to rant about it. Hmmph.

Sunday, January 23, 2005

Well, You Don't Really Like Me...

I checked on Blogexplosion and I have dropped down to 7.29 or something, a full point's difference! Actually, I'm shocked by the number of votes (22).

Wednesday, January 19, 2005

Raising Spirits

I think that there are still some people close to me who need to be told again that even though I work from home, I am not REALLY home. Now, dear readers, this isn't a lesson in metaphysics; I simply mean that there is sometimes the tendency to assume that I'm not actually working.

I am drained by readings sometimes but I am even more drained by long-distant relatives (of the living kind) who need me to cheer them up. I have such a headache right now. Eeyeck.

I actually do readings all day long and my stamina is very good but sometimes--just sometimes--I feel dizzy and light-headed afterwards, toward the end of the day.

It's funny: the other day, a married couple came to see me in two separate appointments. They figured that I wouldn't know that they were married. By the end of the lady's reading, I told her that I knew it was her husband for whom I was to read next. She looked sheepish and admitted to me their deceit. The husband was even more shocked.

My niece's musical toy aquarium has been playing on its own: it happened the night before last. At least, this time, it wasn't a toy that I had given her so my sister can't transfer her annoyance to me!

Monday, January 17, 2005

Put The Book Down...Back Away Slowly

My sleeping pattern has been thrown wildly off lately. It's because I only really get a chance to read late at night and, then, I find it hard to put the book down.

Just one more paragraph.

Just one more chapter.

Just one more hour until I get to make coffee.

Sunday, January 16, 2005


Today, my Scully accompanied me on an investigation. He's so good at it: very thorough with procedure and he does great camera work, too.

I get so inundated with images and impressions that it is easier for me to have someone along with me when I am not investigating with a paranormal group.

I have lots of offers to assist which is really nice but I rarely take anyone up on it. Besides my husband, there are three other people whom I trust to have with me and, in general, I prefer my husband.

We have taken to referring to each other as Scully and Mulder--jokingly--in the presence of others during investigations because it causes us all to laugh. It is funny and he is definitely my Scully.

I have two book reviews pending for this blog and I hope that you will find them useful.

Saturday, January 15, 2005

The Insane One

I was recently contacted again by the Insane One, a person who truly terrifies me. I have been trying to find a way to avoid reading for him but cannot. He wanted a free reading and had already spoken to 2 or 3 other psychics that day.

The impressions that I get about him are not good.

Thursday, January 13, 2005

Behind Again

Why do I let myself get behind with my investigation stuff? I think I know: it can be effing tedious. Listening to hours and hours of data. I have so much to do tonight because I have been procrastinating.

The investigation about which I write is ongoing: possible e.v.p. files sent to me by a client. I am meeting with her tomorrow to discuss results.

Wednesday, January 12, 2005


Now, I promise not to provide a spoiler of White Noise but it was bad and the message was worse: "Don't communicate with the dead because you don't know what you're dealing with..."

There were some good, shocking and frightening moments but the horror spin on the E.V. phenomenon made me cringe and I worried that its message might have been effective where the young audience was concerned.

Tuesday, January 11, 2005

Off To The Cinema

I'm off to the flicks: my friend talked me into seeing White Noise. Aside from the wincing that I may end up doing, I will probably have a good time.

My reluctance to see it may have to do with the dozens and dozens of possible E.V.P. stuff that I hear every week.

Oh, well. I am tired and achy and tomorrow it is back to readings.

Definitely, I'm a grumpy psychic tonight.

Monday, January 10, 2005

A Day Off

As I mentioned before, I took the day off today.

"Must be nice," my husband commented.

I do feel slightly guilty but, since I'm the boss, I can do this, right? Well, I did have a very long, exceptionally busy week.

I plan to get things done today, really. I don't know what just yet. I will attend to Matters of Consequence. There are always calls to return and email to answer for booking appointments.

One mission today: I have to go to a particular art store in order to get a refill for my favourite pen. It's an Itoya. Best pen I've ever had.

Tomorrow evening, I'm going to see White Noise though I truly disapprove of a horror spin on the whole E.V. phenomenon. It's just that my friend, with whom I go to the movies every Tuesday, is so excited about it. Ah, well.

Sunday, January 09, 2005

Today, Today and Today

I get to wake up slowly, drink coffee and watch Fawlty Towers this morning.

The last week has been insanely busy, beginning with the television appearance. On Friday evening, I did a Tarot party that lasted 3 hours. Then, I came home and had to make sure that everything was in place for the investigation on Saturday way, way up north.

I had readings throughout the week. I think that I have stared insanity in the face. I'm not talking about neurosis (which makes someone seem a little off), nor about sociopathy (which makes someone appear completely normal). I am speaking of true, psychotic break from reality. In this instance, I was unable to speak very often: the client did all of the talking. I gave my impressions but the client wasn't listening. I was glad when the session was over.

I get the day off tomorrow. I shouldn't actually have a day off but I decided to keep tomorrow free for the details to which I need to attend.

Thursday, January 06, 2005

I Can So Relate...

Working from home...


As usual, I spent most of the day taking appointment requests and cleaning the house for clients.

I was up into the middle of the night working on investigation stuff: making sure my files were set up for the next two investigations (one on the weekend and one the following week.)

So, nothing exciting to report.

I have to stop writing now because I have messages to listen to regarding appointments, but I will try to write more later today.

Monday, January 03, 2005

Television Groove

I just finished booking dozens of readings. The whole experience of going on national television was great. By all accounts, it was a good show. It lasted one half hour and was fun.

Everyone at the station was very nice. Some of the "big" people came up to introduce themselves and congratulate me.

I wasn't nervous, to be honest. I'm used to the camera from investigations and interviews. I'm used to speaking in front of people because I was on radio 5 times last year.

Back to Normal

My husband left for work hours ago and I have been shopping online. I am procrastinating since I have business matters to take care of and I would rather let the show coming up today be my main focus in that area.

The television show is about 2 hours away. That is, I have to be at the station in make up in 2 hours. Me? In makeup? I never wear it, never want to do so. So, this should be interesting.

I am calm and I thought I might be more nervous.

Sunday, January 02, 2005


Wow, the television appearance is in slightly more than 12 hours. This--and all the media attention that I have received--really shocks me. I don't understand why it happens or even how it comes about.

I've been recognized before for television interviews and my name has been recognized as having been on radio, but this might shake my sense of anonymity to the core. I will do my best to not be freaked out if more people recognize me from now on.

Also, I have been looking ahead in the calendar, looking for a month that I might be able to take completely for myself, for writing. I haven't come up with one yet.

I will need much coffee this week, I believe, to help me sustain my energy throughout the week as it is going to be so terribly busy.

Not even psychics get to have extra long vacations. To be honest, I still did some work throughout the holidays: booking appointments, etc.

My husband's work schedule resumes tomorrow. I truly enjoyed having him home with me all this time. Guess it's time to get back to work, isn't it?

Saturday, January 01, 2005

The Ghost Watcher and The Eye

First, let me explain that I generally choose my movies based upon the description on the back of the case. Also (and to the disappointment of my husband), I usually pay no attention to the fact that many movies seem to skip a theatrical release altogether.

These things being said, I rented both of the above-noted titles last week.

Ghost Watcher (2002): This is definitely a B movie and I couldn't sit all the way through it. Much of the acting was horrible. Apparently, if you do manage to sit through it, the end is creative. in the current incarnation is too short.

The Eye (2002) (a.k.a. Jian gui): I quite enjoyed the acting and the premise (though a familiar one through popular television series) was compelling enough--blind girl, cornea transplant--to watch unfold in its entirety. It was filmed in Hong Kong. I was unfamiliar with the directors (Oxide Pang Chun, Danny Pang) and the actors but I absolutely love subtitles. While watching yesterday, I wished that I spoke Cantonese and Mandarin.

So, that is how I spent my New Year's Eve day.

Happy New Year!

Yay, it's 2005 already. Where does the time go?