Is There a Psychic Reading in Your Future?

Test-3_sm_aSome of my clients get their first psychic reading ever with me. Others have been to a psychic or two and still others have been to many. What happens in a psychic reading?

I don’t know what happens in that little house down on the freeway, the one with the red neon hand on the sign with a hand-painted note urging, “$25 special!”, but I know why my readings are like.

First, I’ll tell you what does not happen in a session with me.  I will not tell you there is a curse on you.  I will not give you bad news.  I will not tell you that unless you do such-and-such, you will die or never meet your soulmate or any negative and untrue crap like that.

And I absolutely will not tell you that your late grandmother is mad at you because you gave her secret recipe to your cousin or that your dead grandpa wants you to go to medical school.  Spirits of our late loved ones are not angry, and they seldom ask anything of us, unless it is to our benefit and it is utterly our choice.

You might think those sound silly, but some people are afraid of what they might get from a psychic.  It’s probably because of charlatans, but that is a diatribe that can wait.

So what does happen if you get a reading from me, besides it taking place on the phone, and besides not getting upset about Grandpa?

Broadly stated, you will get exactly what you are supposed to get, information that will benefit you at that moment, and suggestions for helping you create a better life.

More specifically, I will answer your questions about anything that is on your mind.  Want to know what to do about your job?  We’ll cover that.  Want to know what your husband is really thinking?  I will tell you that.  Usually, looking into your closest relationships and telling you about them is among my best gifts.

I’ll also tell you if loved ones come through from the Other Side.  Sometimes, it’s just a hello; other times, there is detailed information.  In one reading, the only person who came through was a classmate of the client’s, who had passed away over 30 years ago.  Just a classmate.  But he was someone she remembered well.  (You’ll find fascinating stories about my communication with spirits in my book, Dead On: Spirited Stories from a Medium’s Diary.)

Then I like to scan your energy.  Other practitioners might call this “reading your aura”.  When I close my eyes and ask our guides, I see you, as a person, and there are colors and shapes in and around you.  I explain these and draw them for you, and ask our guides what these mean.  Then I can interpret information for you that you don’t even know to ask about.  Things like, you’re trying to impress someone, and here’s how to do that better.  Or you are using one ability or talent to try to boost another.  And here’s what to do about that.

And finally, I throw a few oracle cards for you.  These are simple cards with a few words on them.  I use these to confirm what we’ve discussed and to be sure we didn’t miss anything.

With each card, I tell you the words on it and I might give you a “face-value” description.  Then I tap the card and tell you if I get anything that is specific to you.

We wrap up, and I send you my hand-written, customized notes for your reference.

And that’s what happens in a reading with me.  Get your very own private phone reading here.  Any questions?  You know where to find me!

Can You Create with Fear?

Just the title may have you scratching your head, I know.  I was a little surprised myself when my angels started delivering to me a whole new concept about love and fear.

First of all, as I was coming up with a new name for myself (I’m not exactly sure why, but it seemed necessary–more on that soon), I landed on the name Lucy B Love, and recognized the Law of Love.  The Law of Love is the Prime Universal Law, of which all other laws are a part.  The laws of physics and the Law of Attraction are under this Love umbrella, and all are immutable.

Now, you may have heard that there are only two emotions, love and fear, and all other emotions come from one or the other.  Conversely, you may know love as the creative force or the energy of creation or even as the Creator.  After all, we are taught that “God is love”.

Another known concept is that hate is not the opposite of love, apathy is.  Because it’s the absence of love that is the opposite.  I just read in Abraham the other day that “in this life there is that which is wanted and the lack of it.”

What I am beginning to recognize is that fear is not the opposite of love–because only absence of love is the opposite of it–and fear is actually part of love also.

I call it the Fear Tool, because I believe we have it for more purpose than just to run away from the saber-tooth tiger.  I hope that wasn’t too big a leap.  I mean that fear’s evolutionary purpose would seem to be to protect us from harm.

These days, most Law of Attraction teachers (and remember that Law of Attraction is not the only law in action) teach positive thinking and good feelings to create or manifest what you like and enjoy.  Many, including me, also teach that working on feeling good will help manifest.  Likewise, putting the energy of fear on something… well, we tend to create things we don’t like.

So here’s the new info from Above:  Like all of our gifts, Fear is a tool.  The Fear Tool is a Love energy, based in Love just like everything else.  And it can be used as a tool, and stop being something that we try hard to ignore, because it supposedly keeps our desires from being fulfilled.

Instead of ignoring fear and trying to avoid it, rather than saying, “Fear is False Evidence Appearing Real”, try using it to your advantage!  Try being afraid of success, afraid of having lots of money, afraid of getting the perfect job, afraid of winning the game, afraid of having a wonderful relationship…

I admit this is in its nascent stage in my heart and soul, but I’m working on it, and I will share more as it develops.  What do you think?  Can you create with fear?

Everything Old Is New Again: Looking Back Brings Insight and Inspiration

I hope your holidays were great!  Mine were!  And as I rang in the New Year, I started thinking about what I do, what I like to do, and what inspires me.  And what I came up with might just inspire you.

This might be sort of like what you do with each New Year, or maybe every month or something like that.  If not, I suggest you take a moment every now and again to review where you’ve been and think about where you’d like to go.  At the very least!

2010 was hellacious for me–as it probably was for you.  Most people I know, including clients, friends, and family, had a tough year.  And you may have read my posts about looking for the end of it to come soon.

So as 2010 wound down, I was certainly looking forward to something new, better, different, a time in my life when I can experience all the joyful things I think of.  And I thought about times in the past when I have been successful and comfortable–and experiencing all those joyful things!  I remembered my first business…

I woke up on a Monday morning in May, 1999, and had a very clear inspiration:  I would begin a business based on my former job.  To create this business, I sat down with my old job description and my “Directory of Facilities and Services” (I had been a facilities manger for a large corporation), and I wrote down a list of all the tasks therein that I enjoyed doing.  Anything I didn’t like to do was definitely not included.

This is how I developed my menu of services for my business.

Next, I made a list of everyone I could think of who worked or owned a business in Austin.  I started calling every person on that list, about 250, and telling them what I was doing.  I wasn’t making sales calls, just saying hello and what I was up to.  I asked them to keep me in mind if they knew of anyone who needed a service that was on my list.

Well, lo and behold, it wasn’t long before I talked to someone who knew someone.  Within days, I had my first contract!

As much as I loved that business, I have come a long way since 1999!  And my current business is very different from that one.  But I took a page from my old 1999 book, and I sat down this year and looked at my services.  I enjoy doing all of them, so I asked myself, what do I love to do the most?

I’ve known the answer for a long time:  sit around and chat.  I love to talk with people.  And I especially love to teach.  So what really inspires me is…you!  If I don’t have anyone to sit around and chat with, how can I serve in the way I was meant to serve?

Thus, I’d have to say that my favorite service is Suzi-Q&A (psychic readings), which I do in private readings by phone or Skype and  in person for groups.  I answer questions and/or give mini-readings and, along the way, I give insight into everyone’s life.

With all of this introspection, I came to this conclusion:  In 2011, I am concentrating on Suzi-Q&As and individual readings and coaching.  Oh, I will definitely continue to offer all my services, but I will focus mainly on answering questions–your questions.

Since I feel called to teach and share with others all that I know about the workings of the Universe, this seems to make the most sense.

So keep an eye on me, my emails (sign up here), and this blog.  You’ll definitely want to see what happens next!

Put the Knife Down! – How to Deal with Holiday Stress

Christmas shot frameDo you get stressed out as each year draws to a close and the holidays are upon us?

Lots of people do and, with due respect to the men we love, it’s usually the women who bear the burden of holiday preparations.

Personally, I really enjoy decorating and cooking, planning meals and shopping for gifts for everyone I love. That doesn’t mean it isn’t stressful and exhausting. As a perfect example of the way that our spirits make sure we do what’s best for us, here’s a story from my Christmas Day a couple of years ago:

I did all the work, as usual. I’m a widow, so there isn’t even a lazy husband to gripe about; I just have to do it. And I do enjoy it, but a few days before Christmas, I stood looking at all the gifts I had shopped for and wrapped, gleaming under the tree that I had decorated, and I thought, “I really work hard at this. It’s worth it to give my children a good, pleasant Christmas, but it would be great to have some help.”

Be careful what you wish for. Cut to Christmas Day. And I don’t use the word “cut” loosely. I am in the kitchen, plenty of able-bodied family around, and I am doing everything, even refusing the others’ offers to help. “No, no, thank you, I can do it myself.”

I’m carving the turkey–a man’s job, if you’ll pardon my sexism for a moment–and the blades on the electric knife get stuck. I unplug the knife, remove the blades, and try to un-jam them. Oh, yes, I manage to make a very nasty, bloody cut on my index finger.

Should we go to the hospital? I’m sitting on the floor, because I’m a fainter and I tend to faint when I hurt my hands or feet. I have my head down, trying not to pass out completely, mumbling orders to rinse the blood out of the sink and to look at my finger and tell me whether I should go to the ER. Daddy says yes. Boyfriend says maybe, it’s up to me.

Later, my doctor-sister tells me over the phone that I should definitely go, I probably need stitches, and the joint could be jeopardized. I feel like the little kid in that movie–“You’ll shoot your eye out, kid!”

I opt out of the trip to the ER. But guess what… I can’t do it all anymore. I’m winged. I’m on the injured reserve list. I have to have help.

And you bet the whole family rallied and took care of stuff. I still directed, pointing with my bandaged finger, asking someone to put the potatoes on the table and someone else to fill the glasses. And someone finish carving the turkey!

And Christmas dinner was perfectly lovely. The throbbing notwithstanding.

My spirit knew that it wasn’t right for me or for anyone else if I did all the work. I was being selfish, in a way, keeping all the work to myself and then getting to play martyr. Mm-hm. Serves me right. But I got the message.

And how stressed-out do you get during the holidays?  I’ll help with that! (12-10-10)

A Good Spooky Story–and It Has Shoes!

Disco, July, 2012As you may or may not know, I have been moving during about half of the time since January, most of it clustered into the last four months.  Now, this is part of the topic I’ve been promising for a while, e.g., the s**tstorm that has been 2010 and when it will ever end.  But this is a story about shoes.  And a spirit.  And the spirit of shoes.

I have a pair of black patent leather penny loafers that I love very much.  Of my low-heeled casual fall/winter shoes, they are probably my favorites.  In the two-plus moves we committed this summer, somehow, they were lost in the shuffle.  Keep in mind that a good half of my house is in a storage unit nearby, so anything I can’t find might be in there.  In a box.  Amongst many other boxes.  And furniture.  And two bikes with flat tires.

Sorry, again, the story of the s**tstorm will be next.

Back to my shoes.  I had looked high and low, hither and thither.  I devised an ingenius inventory system for the moves, so almost everything could be found fairly easily.  (Planning two or more moves in short succession?  Call me today for tips on inventory!)

Alas, my list revealed nothing.  One box held some promise:  it contained items from the same area in which the shoes lived in our old house.  I dug through it, only to reveal a number of robes, evening bags, two favorite dolls from childhood… no black patent leather penny loafers.  Sigh.

Then I remembered that I have often called upon my late husband’s divining skills with some success.  Why didn’t I think of him before?  “Tim,” I pleaded, “I sure could use your help finding my shoes.  I’m also looking for the Dust Buster, the framed pictures of the elephant and the tiger, and my bath rugs.  I’d appreciate your help.”

First thought in my head:  “The shoes are in the attic.”

Second thought in my head:  “I live in an apartment and I don’t have an attic.”

Somewhere down the line of thoughts in which I argued with Tim’s suggestion, the thought arose:  “My mother has an attic.  And I put some of my things there.”

Well, I high-tailed it to my mom’s, scooted up to the attic–and, there, amongst Christmas wrap and suitcases, was a black plastic bag in a box.  Inside the bag were–ta da! (Oh, nevermind, you knew this was coming)–my shoes!  Along with a few other pairs, yay.  AND under the bag, in the box, what to my wondering eyes did appear?  The Dust Buster!  Another yay!

The two framed pictures and the bath mats have yet to appear, but I was pretty darned grateful to Tim for his help.  Sure, maybe I’m accessing my subconscious, or maybe I’m talking to Tim and he to me, or maybe it’s The Great Gazoo from “The Flintstones.”  Does it matter?

I got my shoes!  (10-25-10)

Update:  After yet another move in November of 2012, the tiger and elephant pictures and the bath mats all showed up!  It was like a treasure hunt in which I found lots of treasure!

Manifesting: A House Story

Remember in “The Secret”, when the rich guy told his story about vision boards?  And when he moved into his glorious mansion, he had his boxes of vision boards sitting around his office?

His little boy came in, pulled out a vision board, and asked, “What’s this, Daddy?”

The man explained a little bit about the vision boards and then looked at the one in his son’s hand.  To his amazement, he had just moved into the house on the vision board!  It was a picture of this magnificent home which he had cut out of a magazine about five years earlier!  Wow!

This story is almost that good.  In fact, I think it’s better, because it happened to me.  And most likely, it has happened to you in one way or another, but you may not have noticed it.

I am presently house-sitting for a friend whose mother recently passed away.  I had wanted to return to my hometown for many, many years, and this was a great opportunity to get back here.  My friend is not sure about the future of the house, and I want to get my own place as soon as possible.

I started looking online in a neighborhood I like for a rent house to live in for a year or two until I build my next dream house (It was a special manifestation too, but that’s another story.)  The second house I looked at was very appealing:  a two story ante-bellum-style colonial, with a front porch and balcony (known as a “double gallery”).  A dirt circular drive has been carved into the ample front yard, and the house is on a heavily-wooded cul-de-sac.

I went to see it in person on Sunday, and when I woke up on Tuesday (I always do my best thinking in the morning, between asleep and awake), I remembered the house–I drew it during a visualization exercise several years ago!

I attended a mini-workshop in which I was guided through a visualization process to my… what was it?  Dream home?  Place to feel at home?  I can’t remember exactly, but I do remember clearly what I drew–and I just found that house!

This is not the first time this has happened to me–not by a long shot–but it still thrills me when it happens!

Have you noticed this type of manifestation in your life?  Have you noticed how powerful you are?  Have you noticed how much fun it is to be a spiritual being having this human experience?  Let me know!

Until next time, my friends, Y’all be good!
Susan K. Morrow
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