Psychic parlor tricks

One Winter back in the mid ‘90s I was offered a spot in Lansing Michigan at the Festival of the Spirit by the owners of The Triple Goddess Book Store located in Okemos Michigan. The festival was held at the Civic Center in Lansing which is a large facility downtown and set up well for this kind of activity.   I hung out for a while after the festival and did readings out of the bookstore for people I met earlier.

One day a young man dressed in office clothes came in and wanted to see a psychic. The guy had a cocky way about him and looked like he was there to have something proven to him. My friend Suzanne quickly pointed at me and said, “He can help you.” and walked away. Thanks, buddy.

I asked what I could do for him and he said he needed help finding his keys. He didn’t think my suggestion of checking his pockets was very funny. He assured me he was really there to get someone to help locate his keys.

I told him I wasn’t getting anything and he informed me it was because I wasn’t really trying and that if I was real I would know where they were. Of course I was thankful he cleared that up for me.

There wasn’t anyone else to help him so really gave it a shot and still nothing. I don’t have a problem with not getting it right every time but he had a real problem hearing it and went on this thing about New Age this and that and until I told him his keys were in the pockets of a pair of pants that were in a pile of clothes next to a radiator. He told me that was impossible because he wasn’t a slob and there were no piles of anything around his home.

“I didn’t say it was your home.” I had enough. I excused myself and left the room. I heard he left mad.

A couple days later Suzanne looked out the window told me my biggest fan was here. He seemed very peaceful and apologized for the last visit. Seems that his keys were in the pockets of his boyfriend’s pants in a pile next to the bedroom radiator, and said boyfriend was not the same neat person he was.

Now he was more occupied with the process of how I knew. This is one of those things I don’t have an honest explanation for. I’ve seen some entertaining processes that some people use like ask their Angel, rub their locating crystal, they ask their dog, whatever. It either comes or it doesn’t with me. He didn’t like that and he left irritated. Sorry dude.

Sometimes you can’t win with people by being honest about this stuff. If you can’t do it, you aren’t real. If you can’t explain it you’re probably hiding something. If you are too good, like see things they want to stay unseen, you’re evil.

Sometimes people are like kittens that put their heads behind furniture while the rest of them is in plain view. “If I can’t see you, you can’t see me!” What can you do?