Forecast and Faery Finder Don’t give up your Power!
By Janice Scott-Reeder and the Bitwit
My hair is now completely chopped off in preparation for operation number two. I am certain at some point tonight a Microwit will bathe my scalp. They can’t resist short hair.
According to Llewellyn’s Spell-a-Day Almanac, today’s color is yellow and the incense is
Fresh organic herb roasted chicken, fresh tomatoes and Madras potatoes and chick peas for dinner. Napoleon is stuffed. He suckered me out of three large pieces of chicken. I am on the new Cat Diet. Your cat gets most of your dinner. Not that the Microwits didn’t fare well. I deboned the chicken and they got all the spare bits and the skin. And you wondered why there was a line of stray cats at my front door. I think they are taking numbers, now.
Deck: Navigators Tarot of the Mystic Sea.
Today’s Tarot Card is the Queen of Wands: regeneration. When things go horribly wrong you can either rebuild or play the blame and revenge game. If you choose the latter, you will in exactly the same position for a very long time.
Astrological Source: Llewellyn’s 2009 Daily Planetary Guide.
The Moon enters Aquarius at 3:08 PM EDT.
People are a little touchy in the morning so be careful how you approach them. By afternoon you make greet progress with things that have to be done just so. It is not a night for underhanded promotion or you will hurt your image.
Deck: Healing with the Fairies.
The Faeries say:
Standing your ground is never easy but it is very hard today.
Today’s Cat Comfort Card is :
Sophisticat. “Steep yourself in culture. Learn one new thing today.”
Deck: The Fairies’ Oracle by Brian Froud & Jessica MacBeth
Today’s Faery Finder is on the lookout for:
Unity is the First and the Last of the Fae Singers. His energy reminds us that we are all one and if we diminish others, we diminish ourselves.
Today’s Lo Shu Number is 3 and the Element is water. The Rooster finds conflict today but the Rat has ease. Today is an auspicious day for haircuts, medical procedures, writing, gambling and births.
Today’s Message from the Universe is: “There is no need to rush. Time is working in my favor. With God’s kind help, everything falls back into place in a perfectly appropriate way for my highest good. I stay calm and confident, I take the time to celebrate the perfection of the moment with serenity and joy.” Annie Marquier creating a world of peace one thought at a time.
COMMENTARIES BY JANICE SCOTT-REEDER
Yesterday I said: never give your power to another person. I learned this lesson the hard way when I first started working as a psychic. I really didn’t want to handle my own bookings. I used to having an agent and was willing to give up my power to determine my career to someone else. Unfortunately, like most of us, I didn’t listen when the Universe gave me the first lesson.
In lesson one, several psychics I knew were trying to get me come to work at a restaurant doing readings. At the same time I kept dreaming of a restaurant all done in a black and white astrology theme. The dreams were so real I started to wonder if they were dreams. In them, I kept running into a security guard on the stairs and scaring him because he thought I was a ghost. We don’t have that many two story commercial buildings in Miami so I figured it was a dream. One thing I was certain of, something illegal was going on in there where ever it was. Well…finally I agreed to work one night when one of the ladies got sick. My poor psychic friend drove me over to an industrial area which made me nervous to start with. Then we parked across from a storefront with the windows all covered over with white paper. It was a two story building. This was not boding well. The security guard opened the door and almost passed out when he saw me and I grabbed her and ran back to the car. He must have thought he saw a ghost come back to life. There was no way I was going into that place. She was plenty mad at me but when she told her husband what happened he told her to come home right that minute. He had faith in my abilities over the rest of her kooky friends. That night, the restaurant was raided. Not only was it unlicensed but they were running numbers and gambling. Several of my friends were calling her to bail them out. They didn’t call me because they knew I had no money.
But I didn’t get the message so the Universe sent lesson number two.
I got the coveted invitation to work at the grand opening of a “psychic center”. The woman seemed legitimate as she came from a long line of famous psychics. In fact, she was the only person in her family besides her father who wasn’t a professional psychic or medium. I should have wondered why she was in this country rather than her own but I was really naïve. I felt totally safe as an ex cop was going to be there vetting the people getting the readings and he was a friend. I was given a lovely location in the dining room with an adjoining bath that connected to another room where a man was doing readings. Both rooms opened into the main living room now a lecture hall and my room also opened to the kitchen. Three doors, how could I go wrong? Clients were sent in through the kitchen so as not to disturb the lectures. The other psychic did hour readings so his clients arrived during the lecture breaks through a private door. All was fine at least for the morning. It was cool and quiet and I had lovely clients.
A little after lunch, her father escorted an grandmotherly looking woman into the room for a reading. Within a couple of minutes, she pulled a twelve inch (I do not kid) butcher knife out of her purse and began pounding on the table she was going to kill me and her daughter-in-law. Now you have to keep in mind I was a little thing..120 pounds and 5’5” and this woman was twice my width and built like a mack truck. She was also closer to the door and the table between us and her blocked the other door. We were equidistant from the bathroom and I had been told that door was locked. This went on for almost an half an hour with her getting more agitated by the moment and me seeing no way out of this room or to calm her down. One thing you know about a knife fight is you ARE going to get cut. The variable is how bad and all I had was a deck of Tarot Cards for a weapon. Trust me, they do not make a good weapon. I was transmitting like mad. My readings were 10 minutes long, they were supposed to come and tell me the time was up and this woman had been in the room for at least 30 minutes. Where was everyone?
Simultaneous, she decided to lunge for me, the psychic came screaming out of the back bedroom that it was haunted and the ghost was chasing him (They had locked him in the room and he hadn‘t had a client in an hour so he tested the door.) and the ex cop broke the dining room door down, tackled her and wrestled the knife away. It was then that the Queen of all Psychics strolled in, smiled sweetly at me and told me I was due on stage on and by the way, there were two reporters from the two major newspapers out there waiting to meet me since she had ‘talked” me up to them.
I was supposed to dissolve into a puddle of tears and nerves, but I was so mad, I smacked her out of the way and went out to go on stage. My dear friend was already on stage and getting all sorts of grief from the audience. Now, I knew the guy was one excellent palmist. There was no way he was making easy mistakes with the audience. He read palms 5 nights a week in various churches. He was a pro and he was losing it fast. Then another gal I just met, grabbed my arm and asked me what on earth she was supposed to do on stage, she was an artist. The whole things was a setup and I was livid. I took the stage from my friend and he was close to tears and spent the next 15 minutes entertaining the audience having already identified the shills she had placed in the audience and then interviewed the artist. My husband got a short note the next day that he was welcome to leave 50,000.00 worth of electronic equipment for them to use at the facility but I was not welcome on the premises. You know how fast he rushed over with his equipment. Within a month, she almost got two other psychics killed, one of them pregnant and on bed rest, by using people who were clearly crazy as setup clients for readings. Both these nuts actually threatened the psychics lives and their families until the last one met a nasty fate in an alley with a note that said: “You’re next.”
As background on what happened to me. The woman had been sitting on the porch, rocking back and forth, muttering to herself incoherently since early that morning. The ex cop had seen the knife in her purse and on several occasions begged the Queen to let him call the police and have them pick her up off the property. He would escort her off the property so there would be no problem. He refused to make any appointments with any psychic for her. He was threatened with being fired if he did it and never being allowed to work an event in the metaphysical community again. Just let her be and they would get rid of her when the event was over. When he finally took a bathroom break, she was grabbed by the Queen and given to her father to bring into the room with me. When the ex cop got back he thought that the woman had finally been thrown out or left during lunch. A few minutes later when he saw I had been “removed” from scheduling he asked one of the other workers where the woman was and what happened to me. He was told she was in the room with me. He tried to get into me and found the door to the lecture hall, which was empty at that point and just filling up was locked. He checked the other psychic’s door and found it locked. He went to the kitchen and discovered that door was also locked. Her father had the key around his neck on a string but refused to turn it over because his daughter said under no circumstances was that door to be unlocked. That was when he broke the door in.
That is why I am so careful about where I am placed to do readings and for the most part will not work an event unless I have some really trust worthy references for it. I also charge a premium because I have discovered most people are not willing to pay a lot of money to see me killed or injured. It works out well.
I only work through licensed agencies for parties after I booked myself, thirty years later, into what seemed like a really upscale Halloween party. When I arrived, I carefully parked so I could not be blocked in...old habits die hard. When the bartender arrived a minute later, he told me not to drink anything he didn’t deliver to me, don’t leave my beverage unattended, demand cash up front for any overtime or better yet, get out as soon as my hour was up and he would take me to my car. Seems, he was the only bartender who would work the event. They tried to get women bartenders but one had almost been raped at the previous party and only the company he worked for would touch them (there are a dozen or more party planners in Palm Beach County) and only if a man volunteered to do the party at triple the going rate. Two hours later, he came in told me to get my stuff together right then, he was getting me out of there. Nothing strange had happened, yet, and then he said, “they are taking lots on who is going to get you out there and the clothes are already coming off!”. I was packed and out the door with him so fast it would make your head spin and I could tell from the disappointed looks on the way to the door, he was right. The next day, she tried to get me to come over to her house to do a reading at twice my going rate. You know I ran right out the door. ;)
And that is how I learned to bring a second person with me who was preferably armed, get my money up front, preferably in cash and trust no one. The life of any independent contractor can be a dangerous one.