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When the psychic answers don’t come

Sometimes, even as a psychic, the answers don’t come in a reading, either for self or for paying clients, it’s frustrating. After nine years as a professional reader, I’ve discovered what to do.


When the answers don’t come in a reading, tap into the Tarot’s High Priestess.


🙊 Sometimes no answer IS an answer.
🎯 It’s time to sit tight and pay attention.
⏳ The answers’s on its way. Be patient.


The natural impulse is to look all over the place for the answer (usually outside yourself.) And this is how we leak power and intuition and just waste precious energy.


The High Priestess makes stillness an art form, trusting in the divine timing of the universe, knowing the answer is on the way, and will always be found inside.


Much better than pulling 1000 cards or consulting ten different psychics and your bestie who all give contradictory results.


Contradictory results indicate the answer’s on its way- sit tight.

The High Priestess uses her inner knowing. She’s already done the running round, the vision boards and manifestation gymnastics and knows the futility of that.
She’s had to surrender into divine timing.


She knows the magnetic powers of stillness and doesn’t need to force anything.

The High Priestess is also low key. She’s not busy with the latest magic tool, or making spectacles like the Magician loves to do.


She’s chill.
If you’re looking for answers and they aren’t coming, tap into the High Priestess vibe and sit tight.
Chances are you had the answers all along, it just needed some quiet moments to settle the inner noise and go within.


If you need a hand to quiet the inner noise, there’s three psychic training meditations to download on my site. (With previews.)


Choose from ten minutes to reconnect to your soul, or a longer one to reach your guides.
Find it in the Psychic Classroom.
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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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