a peach of a (psychic) post

Perhaps I oughta be paid for this!

Paid for who I am and my gifts.

And I don’t mean my gifts in superb cleaning at a dishwashing job!

I gotta show ya something.

Well, first I gotta share something. In my latest search for new digs (which for the record was no easier than the one before that x 3), Spirit spoke. (I know no other way to write around a phrase made trite by overuse and New Age-speak).

I digress. It said I’d know the (right) place by something orange when I entered. It’d stand out, catch my eye. Perhaps a large round candle (?). I couldn’t know, only that it was striking and orange and that was the sign.

Now I show ya something:

Still doubtful? How about this?:

{think burnt orange out of the shadow} This?:

Or this, oh ye of continued doubt?

Or even this?

Haha. I jest. Not for reasons you might suspect. That’s actually not the roommate’s car. He does, however, have an orange Hummer like it!

This is by no means the first time that Spirit’s spoken through words and visuals. It is, however, one for the books and worthy of blog mention.

Now if only I could earn a livelihood, rather some portion thereof, I’d be on my way outta poverty and debt. A gift in prophecy has gotta pay more than dishwashing!

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