I always ask clients how they heard about me. It is usually
split evenly between word of mouth and having found my website on the internet.
They say, “I don’t know why I picked you…or I just felt drawn to you…”
I always bail them out. That’s ok, you didn’t pick me. Who
the hell goes to a cowboy psychic? I assure them that it’s their loved ones on
the other side that picked me. They picked me because I’m going to get more
videos, still pictures, symbols, names, dates and whatever else they say when
they talk to me. I can pick up their signal and vibrations like a FM radio.
They have move things in common with me and you than you can imagine.
My guides and angels let your love ones peek into my brain
and filing cabinets full of years of useless information that I will be able to
pull out for your reading. By the time you come and see me, your loved ones
know every movie and TV show that I’ve ever seen. They know every name I’ve
ever seen and spoken. They know every place I’ve lived from Los Angeles to
Chicago, Louisville to Minneapolis, Arkansas to New York. They know every
insignificant pop culture and trivia that I have stored away in my tiny brain
for the last 50 years. I’ve got them covered.
Spirit usually has an agenda before you even show up. They
know every home movie clip and still picture they are going to show me. They
know all of the names of everybody on the other side and those living they want
to shout out to! They know which family pets they’ll mention and the important
birthdays and anniversaries they want to bring up. I try to interrupt towards
the end of the reading and ask if there are any important health issues, car
issues, relationship issues or job issues that need to be known. Sometimes they
can give us a head’s up and sometimes they wave me off because it’s your life
lesson to learn. I quit asking for Lotto numbers and Kentucky Derby winners
about 10 years ago. It ain’t going to happen.
I know mediums who are lawyers, doctors, teachers, veterinarians,
just about every walk of life you can imagine. Don’t be too harsh to judge the
people who show up in your life. There is a reason for everything. If I show up
to your reading in dirty wrangler jeans, a hole in my shirt, from having just come
from the ranch; and yes, you might detect a faint smell of horse manure that I
really tried to scrape off my boots before I came in the building, just know I’ve
got more in common with your loved ones than you can imagine. There is a rhyme
or reason they picked me. There is no chance or coincidence.
Happy trials and trails!