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Source: <a href='http://www.californiapsychics.com'>California Psychics</a><br><br>We asked our psychic team what each has learned about love and life as a result of their career as psychics. They deluged us with answers. The most stunning insight was a universal understanding that we all want and need the same things in life, no matter what our life circumstances are. <br><br>Love is at the top of that list. Our readers also see trends in consciousness in our changing times. Not only are there the obvious worries about survival, which are making the news each day, but our psychics also see that more and more people seem to be involved in, or interested in pursuing, a more spiritual life. Read on for more insight...<br><br> <p>"It doesn't matter who you are or what your basic beliefs may be, it's a very eclectic group of people who call for readings, seeking answers to how they can live in a more fulfilling way," reveals <b><a href="http://www.californiapsychics.com/psychics/5114/Lemuria.aspx">Lemuria ext. 5114</a></b>. "I used to think that the majority of those people were drawn to the metaphysical and very open to their spirituality. But as the years have gone by I have seen that nothing could be further from the truth. I have given readings to people who practice the most conservative of religions, atheists, doctors, lawyer, scientists… looking for answers and perspective."</p> <p></p> <p>Life experiences are very much the same for every one, our psychics say. "After you listen to the same questions over and over again, you begin to recognize the common thread that runs through all of us and how alike we are really at the core," <b><a href="http://www.californiapsychics.com/psychics/9549/Rose+Mary.aspx">Rose Mary ext. 9549</a></b> understands. </p> <p></p> <p>"Whether you are rich and famous, struggling with money, no matter what country you are in or from, we all want to love and be loved… and find some sort of peace in life," <b><a href="http://www.californiapsychics.com/psychics/5119/Stephanie.aspx">Stephanie ext. 5119</a></b> points out. </p> <p></p> <p>"All humans have a need for connectedness and love. Men and women call and obsess about love and romance - and no one is ever too old to want it," <b><a href="http://www.californiapsychics.com/psychics/9775/Ariel.aspx">Ariel ext. 9775</a></b> points out. </p> <p></p> <p>"Until I became a professional psychic I used to think that people were looking for success in life, however I have talked to thousands of people and 99% inquire about love," <b><a href="http://www.californiapsychics.com/psychics/5170/Josepha.aspx">Josepha ext. 5170</a></b> reports.</p> <p>"I had a great epiphany while working on the lines… about why love is so important to us. I think my thoughts were summed up best in the movie <i>Practical Magic</i> when Sandra Bullock's character talks about finding the right person and says, 'I just want to be seen…' It's not that she wants someone to see her great hair or face, she wants someone to see her very soul and to validate and cherish her energy. That is what we all really want, someone to <i>see </i>us and when they do, still love us and cherish us anyway." <b><a href="http://www.californiapsychics.com/psychics/5145/Tisha.aspx">Tisha ext. 5145</a></b> describes.</p> <p>Love and loss are another common denominator in this world. Our psychics tell us that it doesn't matter what your financial status is, or who you are. People find the strength and the need to have lost in love and go on. "I have clients in the entertainment industry, and even though the world knows their name they still want to talk about the same thing as the White House staff member or the single mom, whispering because she doesn't want to wake the kids. They all want hope about love," <b><a href="http://www.californiapsychics.com/psychics/5102/Rondalafay.aspx">Rondalafay ext. 5102</a></b> tells. "They want to know that there is something bigger and lasting for them in their future." </p> <p></p> <p>"My clients understand that we all have the power to be in heaven or hell in the right here and now, but often they're not sure how to make the shift," <b><a href="http://www.californiapsychics.com/psychics/9055/Aylan.aspx">Aylan ext. 9055</a></b> suggests. "And I have seen my callers get through the toughest times in love and loss with understanding and forgiveness - rather than bitterness and anger. Letting go of fear and living in balance with your higher self helps us attract people and situations of like consciousness - it allows you to bring better relationships into your life." </p> <p></p> <p>Taking a more spiritual path in love involves hope, resilience and the willingness to grow and move on. "I speak with people every day who have loved and lost and been badly hurt and yet they are still willing to open their hearts and love again," tells <b><a href="http://www.californiapsychics.com/psychics/9777/Dawn.aspx">Dawn ext. 9777</a></b>. "Hearing this over and over has opened my own eyes and heart," she discloses.</p> <p></p> <p>Our psychics believe that their ability to look into the hearts of their callers and see the good and the bad… is the ultimate education in life. "It can be shocking to see inside someone's heart. It becomes more difficult to judge people in a harsh or unyielding way," <b><a href="http://www.californiapsychics.com/psychics/9027/Jesse.aspx">Jesse ext. 9027</a></b> discloses. "Fortunately you can see how the vast majority of people are really wonderful and simply yearn to be loved. The knowledge I've gained as a psychic has confirmed what I always believed - that deep in our hearts, whether we are straight, gay, married or single, we all want love and reassurance and the guidance to find it." </p> <div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; BORDER-TOP: #c9d9d9 1px dotted; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN: 10px 0px; PADDING-TOP: 10px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #c9d9d9 1px dotted"><!-- ADD COPY BELOW -->Have you found the love of your life yet? Let a psychic guide you. <!-- ADD COPY ABOVE -->Call <span style="FONT-SIZE: 16px; COLOR: #d33d26">1.800.573.4830</span> or <a href="http://www.californiapsychics.com/c/c.aspx?lid=103258">click here</a> now.</div>

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"It doesn't matter who you are or what your basic beliefs may be, it's a very eclectic group of people who call for readings, seeking answers to how they can live in a more fulfilling way," reveals Lemuria ext. 5114. "I used to think that the majority of those people were drawn to the metaphysical and very open to their spirituality. But as the years have gone by I have seen that nothing could be further from the truth. I have given readings to people who practice the most conservative of religions, atheists, doctors, lawyer, scientists… looking for answers and perspective."

Life experiences are very much the same for every one, our psychics say. "After you listen to the same questions over and over again, you begin to recognize the common thread that runs through all of us and how alike we are really at the core," Rose Mary ext. 9549 understands.

"Whether you are rich and famous, struggling with money, no matter what country you are in or from, we all want to love and be loved… and find some sort of peace in life," Stephanie ext. 5119 points out.

"All humans have a need for connectedness and love. Men and women call and obsess about love and romance - and no one is ever too old to want it," Ariel ext. 9775 points out.

"Until I became a professional psychic I used to think that people were looking for success in life, however I have talked to thousands of people and 99% inquire about love," Josepha ext. 5170 reports.

"I had a great epiphany while working on the lines… about why love is so important to us. I think my thoughts were summed up best in the movie Practical Magic when Sandra Bullock's character talks about finding the right person and says, 'I just want to be seen…' It's not that she wants someone to see her great hair or face, she wants someone to see her very soul and to validate and cherish her energy. That is what we all really want, someone to see us and when they do, still love us and cherish us anyway." Tisha ext. 5145 describes.

Love and loss are another common denominator in this world. Our psychics tell us that it doesn't matter what your financial status is, or who you are. People find the strength and the need to have lost in love and go on. "I have clients in the entertainment industry, and even though the world knows their name they still want to talk about the same thing as the White House staff member or the single mom, whispering because she doesn't want to wake the kids. They all want hope about love," Rondalafay ext. 5102 tells. "They want to know that there is something bigger and lasting for them in their future."

"My clients understand that we all have the power to be in heaven or hell in the right here and now, but often they're not sure how to make the shift," Aylan ext. 9055 suggests. "And I have seen my callers get through the toughest times in love and loss with understanding and forgiveness - rather than bitterness and anger. Letting go of fear and living in balance with your higher self helps us attract people and situations of like consciousness - it allows you to bring better relationships into your life."

Taking a more spiritual path in love involves hope, resilience and the willingness to grow and move on. "I speak with people every day who have loved and lost and been badly hurt and yet they are still willing to open their hearts and love again," tells Dawn ext. 9777. "Hearing this over and over has opened my own eyes and heart," she discloses.

Our psychics believe that their ability to look into the hearts of their callers and see the good and the bad… is the ultimate education in life. "It can be shocking to see inside someone's heart. It becomes more difficult to judge people in a harsh or unyielding way," Jesse ext. 9027 discloses. "Fortunately you can see how the vast majority of people are really wonderful and simply yearn to be loved. The knowledge I've gained as a psychic has confirmed what I always believed - that deep in our hearts, whether we are straight, gay, married or single, we all want love and reassurance and the guidance to find it."

 I did not know how to proceed anymore.  I had kept moving to stay alive, until there was no where else on the rim to go.  And how much longer could I keep up this pace, wasn't it just another bit of that old tune...how did it go.  The melody had slipped into some long ago but a phrase or two I could still remember, something along the lines of what to do and when to do it.   Pretty much there were no ones left for me to call, no more love letters in the mail to look forward to each day (it was like Christmas everyday! Since we lived in a small town and people knew one another -- and we had a brand new Post Office --- run by a fine man who didn't mind at all to see if he could find tomorrow's letter, today.)  Then, of course, I wouldn't get tomorrow's letter tomorrow, I'd get it today; but I was so senseless with love, a hunger I didn't understand and it all fell upon one man, who happen to be very good at writing me daily.  I'll never forget when we finally became so seized with trying to live in a world we weren't prepared to, and all came tumbling down (rather like poor old Humpty Dumpty...couldn't put him back together again and we couldn't put us back together again either.)  And now there were three more precious lives now to look to me -- I, who had counted the days and nights until we were one  bloom of love, all organized as happy as the bees in the countryside, walking to the garden to pick our REAL tasting tomatoes, onions, okra...it was a feast we had.  (if only we had communicated with each other, but he didn't know how and I didn't know how and I should have been the one who took that cue -- you know the one you promise in the vows of "I DO."  I should have seen he needed help too; but I was so busy with children needing that neither he nor I ever got fed.  Our thirst for free air, to live as raw as we chose, out in that far country place, we both were drilled with responsibility (I know we were the Prince and Princess of that throne, but the party was long over and we had to go home...not a house, a home -- something neither one of us understood clearly or deeply. 
So, the ugly words of attorneys and judges, lies and more lies, tragedy after tragedy always at our heels; but we were young and wasn't that how it was when you were young?  You just took it and laid it on the rest of the burden breaking your back.   Certainly I was not going to cry "help" and he didn't know how.  But the fire crystallized -- even with all the soot and water we tried to slosh through to try and find some clothing but they all smelled of smoke.  What the flames didn't get to, the water and soot did.  The house was repaired; but in between  while we lived with my mother, I believe he saw this as a move to get a move on, and he did, with her. 
Of course I didn't know how to do anything but what my secretarial class had taught, and I'd already been a dental assistant -- jack of all trades, master of none, all I could allow myself to look at was the amount on the check.   Would it cover another week's grocery needs (three young boys will eat all you have to feed and somehow I always felt they went to bed just a bit hungry yet.  MY GOD!   Was there ever born a worse mother?)  To this day I cannot rest knowing I could have done so much better, smarter, sharper. And my health soon began making noises, crushing, agonizing pain that time of the month.  I mean I missed their whole childhood.  That goes on today and that is why the world is slipping through our fingers like the sand on a Florida  beach  --- all lavender and pink in the day's setting sun. 

I've forgotten what I started to say now.  It was something about the letters.  I made such a ceremony out of  burning them -- all neatly wrapped in purple ribbon, set in a special box in my closet -- and I BURNED THEM!  Now, I have no way to show my sons that something very bad happened to their father.  If only they could read those letters and know the man  (or should I say the boy?).
But I was going to smoke him out (after my high drama overdose and the hospital scene, my poor body -- my poor Spirit).  I heard one of the nurses say as they wheeled me out of the ER to a bed, "What a pity, she is so pretty."  I never believed that .  Not then.  Not now for sure as the advancing age of defeat and more stolen youthful shapes that no amount of make-up or pretty dresses...no not even jeans  would make me be that young girl of l8, and all she missed and can never get back.  We are always at war, if not with another nation, another group of idiots playing Russian roulette,  then most certainly with ourselves.  The selves that are never perfect enough.  Of course, I came in at a time when for a pocket full dimes I could remake the outside and delude my vanity that I had done a good thing.   Nevertheless I would know.   And besides all that, I now being fat (that was a full assault I slammed my body with food -- all the wrong things, so no one would have any thoughts about me other than grandma to some great and wonderful grandchildren.  But they grow up, like your own children did and never will I be able to change the scenario of my health's schemes.)

Actually, I learned later that my having burned the letters was actually a good "gestalt-type" thing to do.  My mind always full and busy.  Always looking out for that job that was going to finally pay enough for us to live on more fully.  And I became about money.

Until I learned how sweet and soothing was another being near and holding me nearer still...though not quiet still enough to make the drums beating in my head cease.  I filled every hour, every minute with some schedule in it.  If there was a calendar day left open then something was wrong!  I wasn't doing enough.  Take more classes at night.  A nourishing meal was on the table to fill up their tummies.  (maybe the fires of cremation will burn my mistakes as they consume my body; as I never will forget their damnation
and the toll it took on my Soul.)

I don't know why I wrote any of this but I guess it was for me.  Isn't that why people do these things.....hoping in the by that  there will be some remembrance of love and passion.   Those sweet scores of music yet play inside my head by day, and churn my grief and regret by night.  People talk about the LIGHT that comes when you cross over.  Frankly I have no  belief in any of that.  The mind goes on somewhere -- this and nothing beyond keep me holding on.

Now I am tired.  Damn blood pressure was creeping up the walls of my arteries.  Like I needed this?   When I had my whole summer planned.  What is the point.  I wish I had a joint.

~rumors~

"What hurts the most?

He sat alone on the bed of sea rocks, locked within himself, his torn Soul perhaps the steel that wove the chain that kept us apart.  Never able to be together, yet never destined to be freed from the night terrors that secured the lock that time and time again -- when did it begin? -- found us washed upon this desolate wet beach, deserted except for the sound of our breathing, and other signs of life broke the stillness  and reminded us this was just another passover.   Over the demons of aloneness, the cranes of neck held in check, the wonder of it all -- counted in some atmosphere where ageless, familiar faces never looked up.  Never acknowledged our beings were out of place. 

We ached to touch one another, feel flesh, comfort and cradle until some accountant determined when, where, how much of this do we get to spend?    The world was full of people - I know I  will never understand. (No longer cared to)   I caught myself holding breath as if it was rationed.  Wrapping my arms around my waist, soundless and troubled I began to feel very tired.  Life was all about me down there; but, what kind of life was it?   I seemed unable to resurrect my Self yet another and one more time, I broke through the death-like Dragon clutches that had begun to shred my robe.

I rose to gather my skin and pull it over my head, to set out again to pretend.  What were we doing here?  Nothing made sense anymore.  To come into some space that is overcrowded, entrenched with poverty, hunger  (for food, for knowledge, for safety, for touch, for somebody to just care, damn it! )  We all get busy laying down on some  ground, a mountaintop, beach, urban city or country sprawl (though that too is narrowing).   All hoping we're going to meet someone who has the answers, the stamina, the vision  to take the leadership that even now was raising bubble-like clusters upon the ships and crafts in the bay.     (I  saw all those horses on tv last Sunday night and almost cried.  As much as I've wanted a horse but could never have one, now here all these, over a hundred thousand, just turned out to have the dust and lack of water take over ownership of the carcass, shared savagely with the vultures. How mean is LIFE. How mean one cruel spirited man could be to bird fallen unheard, confused and scared, who would do such a thing?     I strive to find the best in all my ways, to shake it off for another day, another's play.  Yet here, saddled by the
blue of day, the moon by night, I could have had one of those wild horses.      Didn't they need just those things that we human beings need as well?   The only thing I got from that was how caged I am...I wonder if I bottled the rage in a cage and sold it to the marketeers, would I become as all others have become?   Riding in their private jets , full of vodka and women, arriving in major cities all over the globe to ensure their talk will last as long as their walk.   Handsome young sexy men held onto by a much younger version of life and beauty; and, all he was could not reverse the trails of loving and touching that once prevailed -- through him and onto other frail and needing hearts to fill.

You see how easily the mind crafts your reality?   The breeze was beginning to get a good throw, turn me out, with no compass or scope, I was left as usual to grope and cope.  When the desert sands are disturbed and hope is a never used word, when the  smells and sights of a chicken having met his end, feathers flying while a young Chinese man is almost so mad he's about to cry, hollers and curses the days of his life and does so with no accord for the market place that is rendered a mess - toppled chairs, overturned tables,  women screaming as they don't know the culprit of the rush and mayhem that has fallen all about them.   You can get just about anything you want in such a world's market -- some most likely you would not want to see, or even know about; and, I wonder how can human beings live with such hypocrisy sticking in their mouth.

"No!  No!, we did not torture!"  the short man with little hair left on his head, clad in the finest of woven threads spoke mostly in a calm and reasoned pace -- like we here in America do.  Who do you suppose learned what from whom?   It's all needless now, too many have suffered.  How can there be Justice; and, here I'll let this one ride on the roulette wheel of a passing carnival.   Black, 3.
That was as usual not my luck -- actually I don't think they began to inject some  of the "luck" into newborns until the l960's.  I try to stay away from all games of chance (and yes, LOVE is just such a chance...the highest, most wealthy, shift into a new bubble of eternity as nothing else has been spread before the offering of a constant, continually, dripping poison that will burn up your brain and your passions will turn in on you and there will be nothing left to do.)

But, why think of that now.  WHY?   Because when I leave, I'm leaving the loves of my life and the time is getting closer.  Written in the wet sands a nomad had come through and I asked my friend could he tell  me what it meant.   He turned to face me fully in the depths of my eyes and I knew then that I would be incapable of lasting through all the tears.

"What is it that you want to have happen?"   he asked.

Suddenly, I realized the winds were growing stronger and I had stayed much longer dwelling on things I had no control over, nor did I want control over it.  Let it come as it may.  Just leave the window open, the door unlatched.  Or none of that.    For LOVE  when IT finds you are ready, has all the powers of above and below.   And how do I think I know this?   I need not explain myself to to anyone else, at anytime or place.  I am quietly a distilled waiting seated on a yellow window sill.
 
Yet, the more distance is gathered and the momentum turns us inside out, I, too, party like the generation ahead of me, always in some doubt of what or who I am to be.

~rumorsofme~

                 

"This is our relaxing day," my grandson revealed to me as my Sunday afternoon call found them all into their thing.

The day went well.  The geico got his tank cleaned, the crickets got fed.  There was some basketball and baseball (I might even be doing a teeny bit better on the trigger of that letter!)   In most all ways, I came home convinced that things were ok - I wasn't but they seem to be there.  No doubt this (or any) sense of disruption is all made by me and I've plenty left over if anyone needs something to worry over.  How did that get to  be that way?   And, why did I get such a strong dose of it today.  Actually, the day had a feeling that was more  lethargic -- even my grandson usually all the more on the run, was a bit tired  and didn't quite seem himself.  However the drs. say it is growing pains.  And he had a most busy week-end with the baseball tournaments starting soon.  I'd love to see them go all the way...yet know the wealth spun by "three strikes, out!",  a slide into home base with the umpire calling a halt to any movement until he could peel away boy after boy to get to the one who still had the baseball in his hand == that was rather a great big deal to me.  One young first baseman appeared to have a heavily crash into two others and was hurt by it.  We were told it might be a broken wrist.  Oh, I hope NO.   They have worked so hard to get this far, you want them to feel the connection they have with one another to go the distance, with every team player -- and his bodily parts -- remaining all intact and healthy for the next session.
     I once would be all out of kilter but have risen to another plateau, where I can see and feel deep empathy...without letting the incident/accident
throw me into a wrestling match with anxious depression -- knowing there was nothing I could do to prevent the occurrence. 
I will admit that from time to time I feel guilty about not being able to do more and then this week I decided that I would no longer be conjoined with a painful nexus of depression, worry, feeling I should be doing something!    Now I am able to let it go and come to the present where the living are in attendance and ready for the fun, the tally of win or lose, nurtured by double dipped ice cream cones or Yogurt.  LIFE is just so darn simple--- that,  I think is how we miss it -- the opportunity to just BE; however, wherever, whenever to lock in spirit for all the teams, a game well played and the joy of the experience, watching the boys teasing one another -- Oh, brother!   All these silent alarms on high, ready to be in a GO TO mode if needed.  Such are the first rush of signals that Spring is  taking place, winds are stirring everything, anything that some BODY might be allergic to.  It's playing even though that ball just thrown hit the runner in the track, and stunned him back!  OUCH!    Boys, parents, grandparents, older boys who were in Umpire Training.  I so love to watch the unfoldment of awareness/knowledge -- the excitement of knowing something you didn't know you knew or taking time and looking for more information.   The whole learning process is just glorious!!   My mind is older, been in some battles of my own, yet I just get enthused hearing about the Kentucky Derby (a race my youngset son and I are really big fans of -- and yesterday's Derby turned some folks just plain upside down.  WOW!!   The old Cinderealla story in the guise of Thoroughbred horses beginning the famous Triple Crown stakes,  I watched a clip of it but didn't really know of it until I talked with my son and heard the story of the trainer hitching up his horse (bought for $9,500) and no one had any thoughts on it one way or another.  The trainer I saw in his  big black rimmed hat, looking every bit a man with that extra something special, as did his horse.  I mean I've been kinda staying away from watching after some bad turns in the mix -- the horse last year (I believe it was last year) had to be euthanasiad  on the track -------------
     And, because I'm not a betting person, I don't have that kind of luck--though my son does seem to now and again. He gave me some of the highlights.  Apparently if you put down a $2.00 bet on the first 4 horses just making it past the finish line, you could have walked away from there
a wealthy guy!  But it's not soo much the money.  It is the horses themselves.  They  will run their hearts out (and there are some sad stories to attest to this) and that is what they are here to do.  Boy, do they ever do it WELL !!!  Then at the last of the Triple Crown race (Belmont I think) they are put out to the beautiful blue grass of Kentucky to garner stud service fees.   But, as I said, it is their Spirit.  Nothing held back.  Read about this in your paper or online.  In these stories of roughages, such a story of a 50-l long shot has all the right to wear those beautiful red roses.  Then, the Kentucky Derby is aflame with nostalgia and the fashion of the ladies' dresses and Hats are a big investment for the women also; and I like to see some of that and I've never had a Mint Julip.  
       Back to the homestead,  even the dog, Bear, had some fun.  crouching down and stirring up the dust.  He saw something or smelled something underneath the outbuilding, or both.  My grandson and I kept trying to see what Bear was all excited about.   Didn't take long.  The dirt started flying, Bear barking and my grandson and I peering down to see what could we see?   Then in a split second, there dashed out this very young little squirrel --  talk about some excitement, the squirrel ran right between my grandson and I.  A good story to tell his friends at school tomorrow.  My first thought -- a skunk!

I hope your lovely Sunday was all it could be for you.  That you found ambition in it or in some spell it cast, and you let yourself relax and remember that we are here on planet Earth for such a short time; and it is incumbent upon each of us to participate in whatever way that is, that creates within us, a person who is content with all the madness of the world shut off for a time, until we no longer even hear the nasty, noisy, ugly noises coming from those who are unwilling to focus his/her time and thought about what awaits there for us.  Else we go on and on,  doing the same things  in the same way, yet expecting that our lives are going to be somehow magically enhanced with everything possible!!   Now this is  true.  TRUE to the extent that we only allow good, uplifting, self-confident, nurturing to occupy our thoughts (for thoughts are things);  and, take out the trash,  take a shower, then  fall into bed with the expectancy that we are in great health, high spirits and capable of embracing whatever comes our way.  Haven't we already been through enough crucibles?

  That's pretty simple and the younger you are when you begin to realize that what you do is done  because you got into the HABIT of some mindless action or inaction.   Somewhere along the way -- we are always creating habits, so we must become conscious to the Promises and Supreme Surprises that LIFE tosses to us in Boomerangs so that we'll be awake and alert, to see it go afar  and are watchful of its return.  Get to where it is we need to be, when on its return, what does it mean to bring?

~rumorsofme~