I’m a divinationist, not a sorceress.
But, somehow, sometimes, I think my clients can’t tell the difference, especially when it comes to relationships. You know who I’m talking about: “I know he’s my soul mate! When is he going to finally leave his wife?” and “When am I gonna meet my husband because I’m sick of dating. And I don’t wanna go out or go on the internet. When’s he coming?”
And if my cards don’t match what’s in their heads…
Goddess, I dread these calls.
These are people calling out of anger, heartbreak, and frustration and are completely in denial. They’re operating on pure emotion and there’s nothing anyone can say or do – not even tell them what they want to hear – to relieve their present state of mind. Should you confirm their beliefs, you get the “parrot reflex”:
Me: “It looks like he is genuinely attracted to you.”
Client: “Are you sure?”
Me: “Yes, the cards are confirming it.”
Client: “He likes me?”
Me: “Yes, it certainly looks that way.”
Client: “Are you sure?”
Me: “Yes…[point out the specific cards and placement and explain] he does like you.”
Client: “He likes me?”
Swear, I’m not kidding. I can’t make this stuff up.
So, when the record starts to skip, I very gingerly ask, “I’m sorry, but, I feel as if what I’m saying is not acceptable to you. Is it that you don’t believe what I’m saying or am I not communicating your answer effectively?” Then, I’ll kinda joke, “Or do you just like the sound of me saying it?” I usually get a pause and an “I don’t know.”
But, it’s not enough to confirm or deny what they’re looking for. When they call, it’s like I’m supposed to be *Ursula, in “The Little Mermaid,” and these people want to be turned into a human because they know they’re meant to be with their prince. But, instead of accepting that all I can give them is information, they expect me to wave my tentacles into my majick cauldron, call to the winds, and change their fins into legs…
But, they’d bitch because they can’t swim.
Truth scares these people to death. If it’s negative, they can blame it on the psychic because he/she refuses to make it possible (as if we could) and if it’s positive, they may have to choose to break out of the perfection of their fantasy world.
They’ve already doomed themselves and I can’t tell them so. These people don’t want a reading. They’re looking for hope they really don’t think actually exists.
Think about it, if they were truly confident in their beliefs, would they be calling me in the first place?
It’s that simple.
I’ve made the mistake of trying once or twice to help them realize how stuck they are and I’ve regretted it every time. Even if the client thanks you and is gracious, be assured you will still find a bad rating or a complaint in your inbox and that’s just salt in the wound.
It’s bad enough to hear a client in pain. It’s bad enough to witness a client so enshrouded in darkness, thinking it’s light. It’s bad enough to try to communicate with these people, delicately balancing the truth on eggshells, while banging on the hamster ball they’re running in to try to get their attention. But, to have my integrity and reputation tarnished for my exhausted and genuine efforts? It may be unprofessional of me, but I can’t help but feel a little hurt.
Yeah, I know it’s par for course. Most professionals are aware of this phenomenon, I know. Just like restaurant service people know that sometimes they’ll get a crappy tip. Still, maybe it’s because I’m a Cancer and I’m sensitive or maybe, par for course or not…you know? It sucks.
It’s like being grounded because I couldn’t answer, “Does this dress make me look fat?”
But, in all seriousness, those complaints and notches on our ratings affect our livelihood. No joke. It’s a no-win situation for everyone, especially for the caller who’s snowblinded and will never move forward, have what they need, learn their true worth, and make real dreams come true until they wake up.
I had a client a few weeks ago, one of these “obsessives” and I picked up on it immediately. I told him before the reading got started, “Sir, you have obviously already convinced yourself of all the answers. How can I help you?”
“He’s my soul mate! I know it! So, when are we getting together?”
“Well, sir –”
“He loves me, too, right?”
“Sir, please, if you could please try to breathe so I can connect with –”
“HE LOVES ME, RIGHT?!”
“Sir, please I –”
“Are you saying he doesn’t?”
“Sir, I didn’t say anything. Please, if you could –”
“Oh my god, are you saying he doesn’t love me? Because, THAT CAN’T BE TRUE!! Is that what you’re saying?”
“Sir, no I did not — ”
“So, he does!”
“Sir, please allow –” *click*
He hung up.
After I put down the phone and took some deep, cleansing breaths, I laid out three cards just to see, out of curiosity:
2 of Cups. The Devil. 10 of Swords.
My rating will survive. This guy’s heart, though…?