Schedules and the Toddler-esque
Eek! I have fallen into the vast blog abyss of the non-poster. I apologize. Really, I do. If you don't believe me: a thousand times, I apologize.
To keep you posted: I have decided not to reschedule any of my parties or investigations (weekly) though I now have a toddler in tow. Scully will babysit in the city of party or investigation. I will be the one with camera, video camera, digital voice recorder, etc. or whatever I need for the occasion.
For local investigations, I have recruited those who have expressed an interest in accompanying me.
I haven't had time to peruse the most recent issue of Ghost! Magazine (which magazine I received a few weeks ago, I believe).
I have placed a moratorium on book-buying, both personally and professionally. My $100.00-per-month habit was not sustainable. My husband will be awake with me through the withdrawal symptoms.
Hmmm...I still have not seen the television show, "Medium" and, truthfully, I will probably not see it. Nor have I seen "Most Haunted" which is still Most Talked About among my clients.
The toys that were activated and noisy at the home of my family-of-origin are here and have been very quiet.
As I may have mentioned earlier, my readings resume on Friday which means that I have only two days left in which to make this house look less Toddleresque.
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
Thursday, February 17, 2005
Update
My unscheduled absence from this blog has been due the fact that my husband and I are now raising my 18-month-old daughter, Gigi, and I am adjusting to the new schedule.
Well, blogging has been difficult for me since Gigi came to live with us. I'm sure that I'll get back on track shortly.
There hasn't been much going on that is worth reporting: I'm still doing readings but I have taken a 2-week vacation by rescheduling appointments. The only appointments that I didn't reschedule were parties.
I've had a few clients say, "Oh, I have children and I don't mind being interrupted if you'll still read for me at my appointment date/time." Something like that.
Gigi was awake until 5:00 a.m. with teething symptoms so neither of us has had much sleep.
My unscheduled absence from this blog has been due the fact that my husband and I are now raising my 18-month-old daughter, Gigi, and I am adjusting to the new schedule.
Well, blogging has been difficult for me since Gigi came to live with us. I'm sure that I'll get back on track shortly.
There hasn't been much going on that is worth reporting: I'm still doing readings but I have taken a 2-week vacation by rescheduling appointments. The only appointments that I didn't reschedule were parties.
I've had a few clients say, "Oh, I have children and I don't mind being interrupted if you'll still read for me at my appointment date/time." Something like that.
Gigi was awake until 5:00 a.m. with teething symptoms so neither of us has had much sleep.
Thursday, February 10, 2005
Friday, February 04, 2005
Just A Day...
On waking this morning, I received a call from a radio station requesting an interview. It was just a minute or so in length but would I be interested in doing it?
I gave the interview while getting Scully ready for work. (Did I mention that, in my few spare moments, I am also a housewife?) It aired at around 12:30 or so.
I also struggled with the idea of calling my mother (difficult to do even in a crisis, I'm afraid.) A ghost around her visited me in my dreams last night and asked me to pass along a message to her. This happens nightly but doesn't usually involve my mother.
Then...Maybe the surprise I experience is a good thing. I know that people come to see me from all over the province. I was just surprised to learn that my first client of the day took two trains and two buses to get here.
Now, I wait for my final client of the day.
On waking this morning, I received a call from a radio station requesting an interview. It was just a minute or so in length but would I be interested in doing it?
I gave the interview while getting Scully ready for work. (Did I mention that, in my few spare moments, I am also a housewife?) It aired at around 12:30 or so.
I also struggled with the idea of calling my mother (difficult to do even in a crisis, I'm afraid.) A ghost around her visited me in my dreams last night and asked me to pass along a message to her. This happens nightly but doesn't usually involve my mother.
Then...Maybe the surprise I experience is a good thing. I know that people come to see me from all over the province. I was just surprised to learn that my first client of the day took two trains and two buses to get here.
Now, I wait for my final client of the day.
Thursday, February 03, 2005
icCheshireOnline - Guests flock for ghosts galore at hotel
I still haven't seen this show. I know, I know. People think that I should be watching this kind of show all the time. I LIVE it, however, and sometimes that's more than enough for me.
Mr. Acorah's reputation is stellar.
I still haven't seen this show. I know, I know. People think that I should be watching this kind of show all the time. I LIVE it, however, and sometimes that's more than enough for me.
GHOST-HUNTERS who have flocked to a hotel have not been disappointed, according to a staff member who sees the resident spooks almost weekly.
The 350-year-old Old Hall Hotel in High Street, Sandbach was thrown into the spotlight by cult TV show Most Haunted - broadcast on satellite channel LivingTV - which identified 14 ghosts in its rooms.
During the hour-long show viewers saw spirit medium Derek Acorah, helped by spirit friend Sam, tap into the lives of more than a dozen ghostly apparitions.
The hall, built by Sir John Radcliffe in 1656, has gained a reputation as one of Britain's most haunted hotels.
Now hotel assistant Lisa Davies says Room 11, which had most paranormal activity, is booked up until May.
She said: 'We get people saying they have seen the ghosts all the time.
'I have seen the lady in the hall on a number of occasions. The first time I could not believe my eyes, but I am so used to seeing her now it doesn't bother me.
'You just have to accept them. They don't do any harm, they are a bit mischievous, like stealing things and moving stuff around, but they have never been bad to anyone.'
The hotel is reputed to be haunted by a guest who hanged himself, an elderly woman dressed in black and children who can be heard playing hide and seek.
Room 11 is alleged to be inhabited by the ghost of a servant and her large ginger cat. Another spirit terrifies guests by turning on taps and pushing them under water as they bathe, as one of the Most Haunted film crew experienced.
But Old Hall owner Sue Hall says people come from all over the country to stay at the hotel.
'One of the first calls we got after the show aired was from a guest cancelling his booking in Room 11, but in the main people are really interested,' she said.
Mr. Acorah's reputation is stellar.
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Drained? Probably Not
Yesterday, I think I got very tired after my readings. I fell asleep around 8:00 pm and awoke just after 7:00 this morning. Frankly, I'm still tired but I have a lot to do before my last reading of the day at 6:00 pm.
I'm not sure that it's actually to do with the readings (though I have an inordinate number throughout the week) that I am tired: my diet has changed. I'm eating less (but better) these days and having longer days.
I always have clients express concern: don't you get tired? Is a party too tiring for you? They've known psychics before and these people always got tired. I don't know. I'm always likely to attribute fatigue to something else and I don't worry about burning out.
I'm glad for the warm weather approaching. Winter in general tires me. I become more lethargic. I've never understood those who have fun in the snow. Sure, there are snowangels and snowmen to make but skiing? Nah, not for me. I like walking.
Yesterday, I think I got very tired after my readings. I fell asleep around 8:00 pm and awoke just after 7:00 this morning. Frankly, I'm still tired but I have a lot to do before my last reading of the day at 6:00 pm.
I'm not sure that it's actually to do with the readings (though I have an inordinate number throughout the week) that I am tired: my diet has changed. I'm eating less (but better) these days and having longer days.
I always have clients express concern: don't you get tired? Is a party too tiring for you? They've known psychics before and these people always got tired. I don't know. I'm always likely to attribute fatigue to something else and I don't worry about burning out.
I'm glad for the warm weather approaching. Winter in general tires me. I become more lethargic. I've never understood those who have fun in the snow. Sure, there are snowangels and snowmen to make but skiing? Nah, not for me. I like walking.
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?"
"Yes."
"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."
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?"
"Yes."
"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.
At least I got to rant about it. Hmmph.
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,
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
going.
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
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!
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
Sunday, January 16, 2005
Investigations
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.
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.
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.
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
Egads!
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
Quotidian
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.
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.
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