dealing with disappointment as a psycic reader

Dealing with disappointment as a psychic reader

When things are working really well, a sneaky thing happens. The evil twin suddenly wants to poop on your party dress.

That evil twin wants to remind you it can’t POSSIBLY be this good for long.
  • Like the time I produced a comedy skit for 5th grade but got sick the day of the performance.
  • Like when I wanted a flashy iPhone 8 even though the 5 was working fine, then cracked the new phone screen within a week.
  • Like when I had a brilliant run of Full Year readings then bombed because I didn’t believe I could do it.

So there’s this saying..

There’s this saying about what happens when we reach a new level of success in anything – a new level of fitness, a new skill like working the TV remote, ( this was me) or even just cooking rice that’s edible instead of a soggy white swamp (still working on that one) – anything that reflects our growth can lure the evil twin to get poopy with us. They say, ‘new level, new devil’, but I’m here to say it’s the same ol’ devil, just with a different outfit.

I felt like a Disney Princess

I knew I’d moved into a new vibe not long ago. I woke up one morning and felt like a Disney Princess. The birds chirped, the sky was a fantastic blue and I felt
….bliss.
Not rabid Instagram bliss or even the delirious bliss some women have over salad, but a quiet sense of belonging in the world and that all was well.
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Sure, there was a determined effort to take the supplements I’m supposed to take. There was another hour of yoga tacked onto the week and mediating in the small chinks of the schedule, but nothing AMAZING. Nothing mind-blowing.

Just a series of small tweaks forming into a serious feeling of contentment. Nothing announced it – the sky didn’t open for the voice of God to boom out, I just quietly knew I was ‘there’.

The disappointment:

The disappointment as a psychic reader was a trifecta. It was almost like the Universe knew my biggest fear (rejection) and tripled down on it.

  • A spiritual teacher fired me along with some pretty nasty and personal comments.
  • An online assistant disappeared.
  • I was booted from a huge Facebook group without reason or warning.

After a few days feeling sorry for myself, and doing loads of EFT (tapping) I wiped the mascara filled snot off my face. Time to ‘fess up to my part in this, because I believe we do create our reality; the good and the snotty bits. I did a load more EFT and forgiveness. I forgave myself the most, and that was the hardest bit. How come we are the most critical of ourselves?

Most of all, I felt a sigh of relief.

In all honesty, those things were meant to change. I felt the lack of alignment with my teacher but didn’t act. Like a baby bird overstaying her space in the nest, it was time to leave that mediumship teacher, but I stayed.
The online assistant was moving house and accidentally overloaded herself, and that Facebook group? It wasn’t a good fit anyway.

Dealing with disappointment as a psychic reader

Nothing stays the same for long. Periods of swirling pointless rejection clean out space for new opportunities and people. because it’s meant to. Online connections tracked me down and joined my psychic FB group.

Three clients emailed saying how well their readings turned out. The online assistant re-appeared with even more dedicated action and attention.


We are sooo creative at keeping ourselves small, I can’t imagine what massive rejection event I’ll dream up next time I reach a new level of growth, but if I suddenly disappear you’ll know why.

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Semi fictional story about me

In 1994, I had a midlife crisis, got a boob job and moved to Byron Bay.

Quickly realized there was nothing there but more boob jobs and white furniture, so I escaped faux-spiritual beach culture, went to Peru, and experimented with DMT.

While in Peru, fell in love with a Shaman who was really a plumber from Padstow, but stayed because of attachment issues.

After following a puma from the jungle, I holed up in a Scandi-style Air B’n’B and finally got enlightened.

Parts of this story are true.

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