Margaret was Right - [True Reading]

You know how doctors make terrible patients? Well I’m a psychic and I used to be very skeptical. I hate to admit it but it's true. I’d be going along after getting a reading, believing with certainty they were wrong, they weren’t really all that psychic - right up until the reading started coming true. experience has since taught me that in spite of my over active ego, I was not, am not and never will be the only good psychic on the block :D
I was still a kid when I met Margaret way back in the Hippie heydays and she was a classic. She wore hippie clothes, quoted hippie quotes, and carried around a little leather ditty bag with her hippie smokes. She remained a friend of my family until her death.
She was more of a friend to my mother and sister than to me. She was always giving me unsolicited advice. I know now that’s affection, caring. At the time I considered it insulting. So mostly I only put up with Margaret.
Around 1979 she happened to have her beautiful deck of tarot cards with her. I asked her for a reading, pretty sure she was just full of hippie b.s. with a deck of tarot cards. But I did take notes.
She laid the cards out and said, “Oh my God, a woman you know is going to die a tragic death in two years…. And it looks like it’s me. Well, that can’t be true….. But it sure does look a lot like me.”
I asked how the cards described her.
“It says it’s a woman who’s a friend of your family but she makes you cranky."
Damn, that did describe her.
Two years after the reading I had a dream where I was in a old abandoned falling down house, I was to sleep on a set of really old rusty bed springs covered with broken down cardboard boxes, my captor was leaned back against the wall in an old chair. I thought if I could pretend I was asleep till he really did fall asleep I might get out the door and if I got out the door I might have a chance. Once he got to snoring good, I jumped off those damn squeaky bedsprings and made a fast dash for the door. Just as I touched the door knob, I felt the cord around my neck and felt oddly peaceful. Not afraid, just certain this was the end.
A few days later my mother called me for a reading on Margaret because she was missing, and she had clothes molding in the washer…. That wasn’t like her. She took good care of her clothes. I read the cards and said “She’s fine, better than fine, she’s great, she’s far happier than I’ve ever seen her in her life.” Now you'd think I'd have connected the dream with Margaret, but guess I had a mental block, because I didn't yet.
For the Penn and Teller’s who do their homework, you can find out who she was if you look up the serial killer that also murdered a Tulsa ABC affiliate, KTUL’s anchor woman. These are facts that made news. I was furious because she’d had a hard enough life already. In retrospect, I believe my cards were right and wrong, she wasn’t exactly fine. She was dead. That s.o.b. had ended her hard life and she was in heaven, happier than she’d ever been. Oh and by the way, according to the paper, he strangled her from behind while they were at an old abandoned house in Kentucky or Tennessee, I can’t remember now.

She saw her own tragic death in the cards
two years before it happened and she was right.

In the rest of the reading she told me I would someday make a good, not fabulous, but good living as a psychic. That was long before the internet and I just couldn’t see that happening. my disbelief grew stronger

But look at me now. Margaret was right.

Most outrageous news about me in the reading was when she said, “Lollie!! You have a calling!” Oh how I laughed at that, me, the 8th grade drop out and at that time hellraiser and atheist “Right, I’m going to be a preacher. Bwahahahahahaha…. “
“No, Lollie, there’s all different kinds of callings, some teachers, some firefighters, even some pigs (police) are called to their jobs, either from God or their insides. It’s like an instinct, they gotta do it cause they feel called to do it.”
“Okay, so what’s MY calling?”my disbelief growing by leaps and bounds by now
“Well I can’t really tell, it’s just that you’ll help millions of people.”
“Millions?” I started smiling. “So I’ll get rich, right?” Now that was good news and I would love to believe that and I warmed to the idea. Hmmm, helping people... might be nice after all. You can see how selfish I was. Given the news I was going to get to help millions, all I cared about was how rich I’d get off of it.
“No, you won’t get rich. But you’ll help a LOT of people." How much more proof did I need that she was NOT psychic?? You cannot help millions of people and not get rich. That's a double DUH with a rich creamy DUH filling! Now years later, I look at my life. I am a psychic by trade. I make a good living, but nothing fabulous. No where near the neighborhood of rich.
My website reached two to three million people a year on average for most of the years since 1997. It's currently going a major overhaul and is a mess, but still it helps some folks a little and others a lot. I don’t run ads or sell anything there. It's only what I felt called to do.

Margaret was right.
From beginning to end, Margaret was exactly right.

Now you see why when you say, “But that doesn’t make any sense, that couldn’t happen.”
I say,“Take notes. Only fiction has to make sense. Real life often makes no sense at all. Just take notes and see. Then if I’m right, you can become a regular. If I’m wrong, it's best you call someone else. There are plenty of really good psychic readers here."
I know one thing for sure, if Margaret was still alive, she’d be one of my favorite readers. Because clearly, no matter how convinced I was that she was wrong, and against all logic…..
Margaret was right.

[true psychic reading © lollie dot com]

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