The ever-loquacious Krissa had tons of questions she didn’t want to bother me with in regular emails, so I got her to include them in a separate email, so I could cobble a post from them. Thanks, sis.

• When did you first realize you were gifted in “seeing”? Or however you put it? The first indication I had was when I was practicing palm reading on family members. I thought I knew them inside and out. Turns out I found out new stuff about them by reading their palms.
• Is it a hereditary thing in your family? Dad used to dowse for well water. None of the other family members actually charged money for their various psychic talents. It’s what sets me apart as a Tool of Satan.
• Can you just look at people and get feelings about them? Oh, yeah. My creep-o-meter even operates on photographs. Although I had one client who presented as normal, but stressed, and progressed to bat-shit crazy.
• How much of the things that one see’s on TV, i.e. Medium, is accurate? Most of my information comes in trance, rather than sleep. I like to have some kind of control over what I get and when I get it. Allison Dubois is a real woman, and the series was based on her. Some psychics get their information solely in dreams. Clients don’t like having to wait overnight. They want the goods NOW.
• Is “woman’s intuition”, kind of the same thing except not as advanced and/or accurate? It’s just as advanced and accurate. The trick is that people don’t trust the information they are given. I do.
• Do you have telling dreams? When I bother to write my dreams down, they are loaded with information. Mostly, I just let them go. Too much information. Not enough ambition.
• What do you do when jokers ask you for lottery numbers? I explain that if I could get the lottery numbers, I would be rich. However, getting any information in trance requires a calm attitude. I defy you not to get excited when looking for lottery win numbers. Same goes for picking mens. Psychic information needs a relaxed attitude. Horny ain’t relaxed.
• What’s your best psychic reading story? The funniest is http://psychicgeek.com/bad-psychic
• What are the differences in Clairvoyant, Medium, and Psychic? A clairvoyant gets visions, usually loaded with information, a medium connects with dead people, and psychic is a catchall that includes clairvoyance and mediumship.

Do you have questions? Send me an email through my contact form, so I can keep track of them, and I will try to address them.

Hmm…where to start?

• There is no Mr. witchypoo. I was married twice and didn’t like it. I have issues, okay? Back off. Don’t make me hurt you.
• I’m right handed
• I drink coffee, strong, black, no sugar, and plenty of it.
• Dances with Explosives actually prefers to be called Dances with Shrapnel, because that is more specific to his job description. While he hasn’t forbidden me to write about him, his lovely wife, or my beautiful grand daughter, he has privacy concerns, and I respect them.
• Anything about my family is tricky territory. I once wrote about my favourite uncle in Bluenose Vernacular and it hurt his feelings. I edited it for this blog to announce that he was not being a perv because he really wasn’t. It was for comic effect.
• Most of my family members consider me a ne’er do well Tool of Satan. Some of them have rather extreme religious beliefs. We don’t talk much. The ones that do talk to me, I would like to keep it that way. Sometimes it gets ugly when you blog about family.
• One of the things that shaped me was a deep yearning to connect spiritually. I went to many different churches as a child, and the last one was a total nutjob church that left a bad taste in my mouth concerning organized religion. I decided that organized religion was mostly about people setting out rules about how to worship, how to behave, and who gets to heaven. The rules often changed with the church. That just didn’t make sense to me. I continued my search for a spiritual connection on my own. When I started doing readings, I quickly felt the great wall of disapproval from churches and congregants. I think I know what a hooker in church feels like.
• Most of my jobs have been dealing with people. Mostly sales. I was the first woman in my area to sell cars. I loved it, but was really indignant that people just assumed I was a liar. Plus the men were sneaky and would steal your customers. One of them hit me, and I found out what it is to literally see red. The air was blue, because I couldn’t see anything but red, but I found the loudest part of my voice to say very bad words in the service department. With customers there. It was humiliating.
• Another embarrassing moment was at the same dealership. My mom had talked me into dying my hair blonde, but I panicked half way through, and I slunk into work and hid in the bathroom because the hair, it was orange. My sales manager made fun of me, saying: “Vanity, thy name is Woman!”, and told me to take the rest of the day off to fix it.
• Still another: I have a partial plate, and have had since I was fourteen. Lets say that the ice and I connected in a meaningful way to need that plate. It broke at work when I was 20 (I worked in a bank then.) and I wanted to die. I had forgotten about it, mercifully, but this man I didn’t recognize came up to me a few years ago in a grocery store, and took great delight in recounting the story in front of his wife. Then I was embarrassed for his wife, because he was showing what a jerk he was.
• Other than those things from long ago, I really don’t embarrass easily. I have embarrassed my friends with some of my antics from time to time, but they are used to me. Like the time I mooned a bus load of senior citizens. For some reason I thought that was hilarious. Oh, wait. It was probably the alcohol. Serves them right for giving it to me. They knew what a nutbar I was.
• Since I started this blog at the first of November, I hardly go anywhere anymore. I was famous for being a roadrunner, always on the go, but I have a strong obsessive streak like Ass Burger Boy does. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. That’s what I tell him when he thinks he’s weird.
• My mother’s death hit me very hard. I saw her every day. She always made me laugh. Ma was quite the character, and I loved her off beat ways. She always liked to think she was putting one over on me, and I humoured her, because as I told her “Ma, you don’t have to trick me. I’m good to old people.” I used to make fun of her all the time, and then laughed when I started acting like her. The ugliness of some family members before and after her funeral gave me the resolve to never attend another funeral or wake. I have already told Grammie this and she understands why. I still turn into a snotbag when I think about Ma. I really miss her. Even though I still hear her voice in my head from time to time, making fun of me, or bossing me around.
• I’d be happy to have an open forum event from time to time. If you have experiences to share, I would love to hear them, and even throw in my 2¢ worth.
• That photo of me on my readings website? It’s 7 years old. I don’t have red hair with blonde streaks anymore. I liked the blonde so much, I got more and more of it. Now I have other streaks in the blonde. Summertime I usually get green streaks because it’s summer, and they’re fun. Winter, usually brown streaks, but more subtle, because just plain blonde is boring.
• I don’t remember ever being bored. My mind is a party. I also don’t remember being lonely, although there are many times I have been alone. I’m a gemini, so it could be that my evil twin keeps me amused.
• Ass Burger Boy accused me of knowing when he was lying because I am psychic. I assured him it was a mom thing. Moms can tell the lie look on a kids face. That’s what I told him: “You have the lie look. Right there. On your face.” There have been a few times he was away from the house too long that I have checked in on him to see if he was hurt or in trouble, but very few. I do respect his privacy, and that includes his right to having a party in his pants without my knowledge, although I could “just tell” when he lost his virginity. I never said a word, but let him tell me. Only fair. That stuff is private.
• I live in a mansion that was converted into flats, not all of them expertly, but I got the best deal of all. I have the huge living room at 20 x 40, and all kinds of antique features like the casement windows, the sliding glass panelled pocket doors, and the huge fireplace. It’s set back from the street in a part of the city that hardly anyone knows about. It’s like a bubble of peace and no crime. Cab drivers have a hard time finding it. I can’t wait to see what comes up in the garden in the spring, and plan for my fall bulb planting.
• The healing work I do is whatever is needed. I don’t have to be physically with the person to do it. I can make a headache go away, and have worked on some serious problems as well. My grand daughter was very ill, and I worked on her from afar. My nephew was near death as well this year from a severe beating, and although there were many prayers and magnificent healing groups working on him, I also participated with my friend in Texas, the fabulous Lucy in da Sky. I told his mother the extent and location of the injuries, and she blew the doctors away by telling them what she learned from me. I also described the assailants.
• Dealing with having a son deployed overseas (twice so far) is torture. He looked so very very tired, and I can only imagine the mental toughness he had to develop. The heat alone would have done me in. Carrying heavy packs in that heat? Blows my tiny little brain. I hated the newscasts that announced wounded or dead. It takes so long to get confirmation, and is agonizing for all loved ones of our soldiers. The relief you feel when it isn’t yours is always tempered by the sadness you feel for the other families. I’m very proud of him. He always tried to justify his decision to enter the military, but he never had to. He has to live his life. I don’t. When he was younger he had long hair. His father gave him a hard time about it, said it made him (his father) look bad. He tried to get a rise out of me about his hair, but I simply told him: “Sweetie, it’s your hair. You have the choice to wear it long, short, or however you want.” I was sad when he cut it. It was a thing of beauty.
• I am not afraid to die. I have looked death in the eye, and accepted it. I am afraid of pain, and not enough drugs to manage it.

This is a repost to test that my feed is not truncated. Bite me if you’ve read it before.

Dan asks:
Is there no ‘toilet break’ option when your in the queue? Seems a bit ‘unfair’ not to allow you guys that!

witchypoo replies: Since I’m an independant contractor, I can do what I like, but I haven’t figured out the algorithm of how the available psychics get shuffled, and I don’t want to mess with it. Every 15 minutes, there is a shuffle on the website. If my bio isn’t on the first page, I try to do something away from the phone, but I have a lot of repeat business, and that is where the odds will catch you with your drawahs down

Marie of Memarie Lane asks: i’d like to know more about the test readings and such you alluded to before. we always assume that phone readings are trickery, so i’m curious about how psychics are authenticated.

witchypoo sez: I did one evaluation reading for the line I’m currently on. I applied to another that gets more calls because that way, I can leave the house occasionally (having more money in my pocket, thus being logged on less). The second network I applied to gets far more traffic, and pays better, but I had to go through a lot of hoops. There were four evaluation readings, one of which lasted an hour and 15 minutes. Most lasted 30 minutes. If you made it after the first one, you went on to the next, and so on. I expect they evaluate a number of things,like professionalism, skills, and demeanor, and compare the readings to be sure you aren’t spouting the same old stuff to each client. Then they do an overall assessment, and you are supposed to hear back in 48 hours. I’m expecting to hear back soon. It’s a long process. This is plan B. I don’t have much of a plan C.

I got the golden email stating that the psychic network I am not allowed to name has accepted me. Yay! It will be another 2-3 weeks until I can log on, and again, another two weeks until I receive a paypal deposit. The networks seem to hold back a week to start. 2009 may be the one to show me some money. Won’t the clients be surprised to hear me say oot and aboot if I’m a US based Psychic? Oh, wait. Canadians have taken over.

I doubt that any of the psychics on the second network totally suck if they had to go through all the same razzamatazz that I did.

I have a lot of young women come to me with romantic situations that they want some advice on.

While they may be prone to obsessing and chewing their hearts into bloody little bits over a certain unresponsive someone, I try to give them some perspective.

So I switch from the heart to the feet. Feet are important. Ask a waiter if you don’t believe me. A waiter with aching feet is a cranky waiter.

I tell them that dating is like trying on shoes. Those stilettos that are drop dead gorgeous? A world of pain awaits you when you walk a mile in those puppies.

Flip flops? Comfortable, but don’t keep you warm in winter.

What you need, young women, is a pair of shoes that are quality, that fit beautifully. Classic styling, in for the long haul. Never goes out of style. In other words, you want a pair of shoes that you are willing to wear for the rest of your life.

Dating is like the shoe shopping process. Don’t be afraid to try them on. And if you get a poor fit? There are plenty more where that came from. One of them is bound to be a good fit for life. Just don’t settle on the first shiny pair you find.

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I was asked by Christy:

I never believed in “cyber energy” before. So….witchypoo….not in reference to your lump at all…but…any insights into the afterlife? From a psychic perspective? I’d LOVE to read your post about that–if you have one in you.

To address first things first: I have experienced cyber energy in the most wonderful ways, mainly by doing online healing sessions. The recipient does not need to be online for the healing to be effective, but sometimes there is just me and the recipient, and I will take them through a powerful meditation. It’s really miraculous for migraines, but can heal other conditions.

I read people’s energy fairly well online. My blog attracts very few types that do not harmonize with my energy. When I first went online, many years ago, I spent a lot of time in the spiritual chat rooms of IRC. There was a lot of silliness, fun and totally amazing occurences on the IRC. I did my first shamanic journey on the IRC, and made friends that I keep in contact with to this day, like Lucy in da Sky, and my photographer buddy, Joe Pennant. He was the first person I knew of that had a blog, and I was one of his first readers.

Through Lucy, I met the owner of a wonderful mailing list, which I now moderate. The list is closed to new members at the present time.

The afterlife? Well, I have spoken to people who have passed on, and they are mostly the way they were when they had a body.

I have also journeyed into the void, and it is how I imagine the afterlife to be. It is the essence of knowledge that we are all one, but there just are not any words to describe it. You can experience it through meditation or journeys while you still have a body, and I would encourage you to start with meditation.

I recognize that this is not a very satisfying answer, but I would like to assure you that you have nothing to fear. It is beauty.