TRIGGER WARNING: this story contains references to violence. Please do not read this post if you are sensitive to such issues. * I checked my timer in disbelief. 20 minutes,...
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A mother’s love can make you laugh and cry. Lili, a young undergraduate, had arranged to see me. She was graduating soon, and wanted insight into some important career decisions. She also wanted advice for her family back in China. Lili called at noon; we arranged to meet at 3. Great, I thought. That gives me time to run errands….
The rain outside the café had slowed to a drizzle as I concluded an angel oracle card reading with Alicia, a first-time client. “Thanks for the reading, Kelly!” Alicia said as I gathered up the cards and shuffled the deck. “I’m glad for the insights into my career and my grouchy boyfriend.” She paused for a second as a thought…
Across the table at the café, his presence was dominating. Tall, tanned, and a strapping alpha male, Adrian was a successful young man who believed in the need to balance the material with the spiritual. Hence his decision to see me: to ensure his plans for his future (mainly finance and career) were on track. Coming from a poor and…
He wasn’t alone. Seated before me with a tired smile on his face, Ming, a long-time client, was being stalked by a spirit. But this was the spirit of someone alive. An attractive woman. Standing right behind him, with both hands around his neck. And Ming had no idea. I was getting a really bad vibe from this. “I need…
Tina’s first reading with me was at the Public Garden Christmas Market 2014. A young investment banker, Tina wanted to know what her future held and what to do with her love life – which, she told me with a sheepish smile, was “complicated”. The cards showed two people: one ‘official’ boyfriend and one woman on the side. The cards also…
I wouldn’t have known that the sharply dressed man sitting across me at the table had anything to be sad about. He was the picture of success: charismatic, wealthy, dignified. Yet the tears were real, and they were flowing. Success sometimes comes at a price – you have to keep working at it. And working was what this businessman, who…
“She wrote, ‘Silence is golden. Mind it doesn’t turn yellow’.” – Riiiiight. Tania, you’ll have to explain that one. She laughed. “I will, once I get it myself”. Her brows furrowed slightly. “I don’t know why it popped into my head.” Probably because of the spirit guides behind her. Tania’s guides. Three tall figures of golden light standing silently by, watching us both….
Sunday morning. She was sixteen, alone in her room, and crying. She was supposed to be getting ready for church, a weekly endurance session that she dreaded and loathed. As much as she enjoyed meeting Spirit and helping other people during church services, the stress of doing what she did – and of being misunderstood time and again – was…
She texts me at 10 in the morning. She wants a session at lunchtime. “I really need clarity right now,” the text reads. “My boyfriend just broke up with me, now my job is in trouble.” Her energy is brittle and dark. I text back. – When did the break-up happen? “Two hours ago. He’s my manager.” – I don’t usually…
