Psychics: Closing Thoughts

What makes a psychic real?

I’ve been watching videos from a television show of a young man visiting celebrities at their home and ‘reading’ them. As with any television show it had been set up because a camera crew tagged along filming the encounter. And the celebrity was big smiles and welcomed the young man in. As I watched

, I noticed I was filled with skepticism. But giving the benefit of the doubt, the young man might be a highly sensitive individual and I just didn’t see it.

The problem I run up against is I’ve met what I’d call real psychics. They are not camera-ready; they both look and act not normal. They seem out of place. The effort they exert to maintain a calm demeanor and be with the differing energies in a room can be tiring.

What I mean is they work to focus when what they see are images swirling around them. Images we cannot see, but they do. A relative of mine has seen auras his entire life, he thought everybody could see them, and questioned what made him so special.

One night a Registered Nurse friend of mine took me to a bar on the south side of Minneapolis to get a reading by Letisha. She entered the bar keeping her body close to the outer wall. Thin as a supermodel with her hair wrapped around her head like a towel, she wore a flowing shirt and bracelets up and down her broomstick arms. Her prized possessions were her layers of necklaces which she fingered all night.

My friend went to her table first. I watched my rational friend who worked in the ER five nights a week lean forward to hear this woman speak. They engaged in an intimate conversation and when it was over my friend nodded and told me I was up.

I sat opposite Letisha and noticed thick black eyeliner drawn around her eyes and maroon lipstick. I can’t fault her for the dramatic makeup, I worked nights as well and understood the need to be seen in dim lighting. As I sat she said I was hurting, a relationship I wanted had ended. She told me the man I was pining for no longer wanted me and to let him go. She said that the relationship was dead and there would be no reviving it.

Brutal, in my opinion, but accurate as I would soon find out. She then listed off many names and said, “Oh, you are not done dating, more men for you.”

She was right, the man I thought was my soul mate distanced himself. I had helped him find a new career that paid him twice what he was expecting. We moved into a little rental house and were planning to get a dog, and suddenly he bailed. It didn’t make sense. Looking back, and remember hindsight is always 20/20, I needed to learn grace in the face of no agreement.

And the names she listed? I went out with each of them and married the last one she named. She used nicknames, something not common, if she had pulled out Bob, Tom, or Andy, one could be skeptical. But she had names like Duff, Clyde, and Hanks. I wasn’t prepared that she was right. I was hoping she was wrong about the guy that I was pinning for. In time I did let go.

My two-cents? If you have an interest in psychics, go for it. Get recommendations and see if the one you chose worked for you. It takes trial and error, research, and devotion to live a fully realized life. Why would it take anything less to connect with a spiritual guide?

The second true psychic I met helped me meet the man I married. Not a bad result.