My Life Across the Table: Stories from a Psychics Life

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Now I realize how progressive my mother really was. I asked her to please listen, My Life. I pleaded with her repeatedly, until she finally gave in, promising me she would stop at the gas station around the corner before going home. The phone rang about thirty minutes later. Linda was at the gas station having the left front tire changed.

They told her if she had gotten on the freeway with it, she would have had a blowout. They were pretty frightening, and appeared to come out of nowhere.

My mother took me to every doctor for every possible test, but they could find nothing. The doctors said there was no medical rea-. They were excruciating, yet I became very aware that after every breakthrough headache, some new element or part of my gift would open up within me and present itself. I experienced them on a relatively regular basis for the better part of thirty years. Now I get them occasionally, and when I do, I understand that another part of my gift is about to present itself. It was and is always there.

By the time I was eleven, though it was still a confusing time for me, this odd gift of mine at least had a name. I realized that God had entrusted me with a very precious gift, and I needed to figure out what to do with it and how I could utilize it to help people. By the time I finished elementary school, I had to acknowledge that this uncanny, laserlike way I had of knowing in detail a person, their intentions, and what was going to happen in their life was the most obvious manifestation of my gift.

With every passing year, my abilities became clearer, stronger, and strikingly more pronounced, while new ones that I never knew I had, like healing, opened up when I was ready. I found that the more accepting and comfortable I was with my gifts, the broader they became. My clairaudience, or psychic hearing, became crisp and clear. A great peace came into my heart when I finally accepted that I had always just been this way. I finally admitted that being psychic truly was like breathing for me, and I fully embraced my gift. Though I grew up around highly developed psychic energy, they were family.

They knew that when I stopped fighting my true nature, and truly accepted that I was simply born this way, God would know, and the universe would respond and help me find my way. My self-acceptance opened up the world of other readers to me. Almost immediately I was introduced to All psychics are eventually led to the tools that help them channel their work—tools they are psychically comfortable working with.

I have discovered over the years that the tool chest of a psychic can hold many different things, and the tools we use can be almost anything. They are what we focus on, to decipher what we are seeing and feeling. Some readers utilize tarot cards; others use crystals; and some stare into a crystal ball. My tool of choice is psychometry. It took two and a half years before I felt that I understood my purpose, and I agreed to see my first client at the age of fourteen.

That was many years and many, many thousands of readings ago, and I am forever grateful that God heard the prayer of a shy eight-year-old girl, and unplanned my life. I do not force my work on anyone, nor do I try to convince anyone that I am psychic. Nor do I ever just walk up to people and start making predictions. And, last but not least, by the time I was about fourteen, I no longer felt the need to simply blurt things out. I have a very powerful and peaceful relationship with God. I have not an ounce of conflict within me when it comes to my work, and I am very clear that this is, without question, the work that God planned for my life.

If the day ever comes that God no longer wants me to give readings, and wants me to become a house painter, I promise you I will be at Home Depot buying brushes the next morning. By I had happily been giving readings professionally for more than fifteen years when suddenly, through a very odd set of circumstances, I found myself owning and running a bakery. My husband at the time was a very talented architect and builder, and in the spring of he had taken on a project to design and build a boutique bakery in Beverly Hills.

He asked me to help and divided up the project, with him designing almost everything from the look and functionality of the space to the signs. I was given the task of outfitting the kitchen, so I set about ordering custom-made ovens, sinks, mixers, and every piece of top-of-the-line equipment necessary to turn this little bakery into a dream.

It was a beautiful little store with black-and-white tile-checkered floors, happy yellow walls, bright green chairs with black tables, and an eye-catching sign depicting huge fiberglass bananas falling from heaven. We were close to completing construction at the end of August; with all the permits finally in place and custom-built ovens and cabinets installed, the stainless-steel kitchen was getting the finishing touches.

Well, happy was not exactly their response, nor were they thrilled. To this day, I will never understand the reasoning behind their actions on that fateful afternoon.

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Out of nowhere and without warning, they changed their minds, ate lunch, and simply walked away. We were dumbstruck, and because my husband had never been fully paid for all of his work or the equipment, when they walked out the door, we were left owning the bakery. My husband was definitely not going to run a bakery, and he had so many other projects going on that I was the one suddenly thrust into running this business. Now, what was I going to do with a bakery?

Over the years I had watched this amazing woman turn many a bitter situation into some Her lifelong endeavors had earned not only my deepest respect and admiration but also an affectionate title. You can make it as sweet or as bitter as you like. Not one ever to shy away from a challenge, I decided to dive in and make this work.

I was a good cook and a fine baker, so how difficult could this be? The grand opening was scheduled for September 11, , so I had less than three weeks to come up with the recipes necessary to turn this into an actual, functioning bakery. I spent the next couple of weeks in the kitchen, experimenting with all sorts of recipes and teaching myself to adapt them for larger quantities. I suddenly found myself knee-deep in flour and sugar for this unexpected chapter in my life.

Since I love chocolate, I came up with an amazing chocolate-chip banana bread recipe that was pretty delicious, if I do say so myself. I quickly added different varieties of gingerbread, zucchini bread, carrot cake, and a few other tasty snacks to the menu. Thank God, we were immediately welcomed into the neighborhood. With a steady flow of customers eagerly Absolute Destiny.

I instinctively just kept sweetening the lemonade.

My Life Across the Table: Stories from a Psychic's Life

The decision on that fateful day had caused quick action and dramatic changes, which were now affecting every part of my life. My daily work schedule of many years had been turned upside down, as I went from waking up at eight or nine in the morning to see my first client of the day to waking up at one or two in the morning to get to the bakery. Every busy day while sifting and measuring, I thought about giving readings. I just had to figure out where, in the bakery, I could make my clients comfortable and give readings under these conditions. I stepped back and looked at the layout.

The kitchen, service counter, tables, and chairs were all downstairs, not allowing privacy for my clients. Upstairs was a large storage room filled with packing and shipping supplies, and next to this was the office for the bakery. I rearranged the furniture in the office and brought in an extra chair. Placing it across from my desk, I found my place. It was small, but the energy was peaceful, and I knew I could make it work. Now, would my clients come to see me in a small office, upstairs in a bakery? That was the big question. Thank God they did, and no one ever complained.

I was pleasantly surprised when many of them expressed their sincere enjoyment at this setup. They liked it when they got freshly baked cake and coffee along with their reading, and I could keep an eye on the bakery at the same time. I have been very blessed in my life, because I truly love my work and my clients.

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They have come to see me regardless of where in the world I have lived and worked, and the bakery was no exception. Over the years I have developed strong and enduring relationships with many people who initially came to me as clients. During my reign as the Psychic Baker, they made appointments often, continued referring their friends, and on occasion would come by just to have cake and coffee with me.

One of those lifelong friendships was with a lovely, soft-spoken gentleman with beautiful silver hair. We not only became friends who socialized often, but Al became my tax man. He would come to me for readings, both personally and professionally, a couple of times a year, and I went to him every year at tax time. We cherished and trusted each other as friends and as professionals. Two or three times a year, he would call for an appointment, because he liked to give the gift of a reading to his friends. He would always drive them over for their appointments, which gave Al and I a chance to see each other more often and have a good chat over coffee.

One day he called, wanting an appointment for a friend of his named Steve. We set a time for the next afternoon, and I told him to bring Steve to the bakery. Al could have a snack while I was upstairs in my office giving the reading. Arriving at the designated time, Al introduced Steve to me, and they took seats at a table near the counter.

I served coffee, brought out a plate of sliced cakes, and came out from behind the counter to join them. Steve was a nice-looking young man, tall and slim, in his mid- to late twenties. He had neatly cropped blondstreaked hair and beautiful blue eyes. Al and I talked goodnaturedly for a while, easy banter between good friends, with Steve joining in when he could. They nibbled on cake, I sipped my coffee, and it was easy conversation. I want you to really hear me. Under no circumstances are you to get into a car with Steve behind the wheel.

For me to give him a warning of this kind was very serious and highly unusual, and he knew that I meant every word. I am not an alarmist by any stretch of the imagination and never have been. There are enough serious things in life to be concerned about, and I have always been quite clear about what they are. Now, do you understand? Paperback , pages.

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Be the first to ask a question about My Life Across the Table. Lists with This Book. This book is not yet featured on Listopia. Apr 28, Katia M. Davis rated it liked it. I found this book relatively interesting. I could have done without the bible thumping, but each to their own, if that is what keeps this lady going then fair enough. I suppose even psychics are slaves to their upbringing when it comes to understanding their spirituality.

The anecdotes were fun to read, but I could not help wonder at the naivety of this lady. I've never considered myself particularly worldly, but I found myself wondering if she grew up under a rock, especially considering her gi I found this book relatively interesting. I've never considered myself particularly worldly, but I found myself wondering if she grew up under a rock, especially considering her gifts. All in all a quick, fun read, but you may find yourself wanting to shake the author at points. Page is a good storyteller and also, apparently, a gifted psychic.

It was like being the fly on the wall while she was working. A quick, entertaining book. May 30, Megalion rated it it was ok Shelves: Very VERY narcissistic focus on her ability and her childhood.

Skimmed and skimmed looking for the anecdotal stories I thought this book would have. Over halfway through I finally started to find some.

Ultimately a very short read thanks to massive skimming. Would not recommend to anyone. Apr 14, Sarah Joy rated it it was amazing. Really enjoyed this and there are some good lessons in it about what a psychic reader should and shouldn't reveal to a client.

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