November 20th, 2007 | 3 Comments »

Sometimes, my clients are very high profile. This is why I use blognames for myself, my family, and my friends.

The man I would like to tell you about is a Very Recognizable Politician in a different city than mine.

I was visiting this city at the auspices of a client, who wanted an in person reading. She offered me accommodations and the use of her place to do other readings while I was in this city.

The very recognizable politician was really very sweet and pleasant. He wanted to be sure the reading was confidential. I would be so dead in the water if it wasn’t.

VRP: “Here’s the thing,witchypoo. I would be much more relaxed if I were wearing a skirt.”

Now, I am totally down with this, no problem. Wear a cheerleading uniform if it floats your boat. If it were in my own home, and I had control of who came or went. I explained this to him, and he was somewhat disappointed, but we had a lovely reading.

My hostess arrived home during this lovely reading, and graciously withdrew into another room.

“Aren’t you glad you didn’t wear the skirt now?” I hissed.

“Come see me when you’re in my city. I have shoes and big feet.”

I’m all about the clients feeling relaxed. If they wear clothes.

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November 16th, 2007 | 7 Comments »

Torch is a friend of mine.

She comes for readings once in awhile. I don’t care to read people I know, but hey, she is special.

I seldom remember what I tell people in readings, altered state and all that. Most any stories I would get from clients would be those clients coming to tell me how things I predicted went down.

One reading was especially puzzling to me. I said it looked like she was in hospital, but not really. I just couldn’t figure it out.

She came back to me to tell me what it meant when things went down.

Seems her brother was in hospital. The brother she had donated a kidney to. So, her kidney was in the hospital.

Her brother died a while later. She asked me if I knew what was bothering her, besides the obvious grief.

They buried your kidney?

Yup.

You wouldn’t really want it back, sweetie; it has boy cooties on it.

I wonder if anyone ever actually reclaimed an organ after the recipient died?