I like what she posted on her Blog:
The Fallacy of the "Simple Question"
Most of my clients are, unsurprisingly, also "psychic". (I do so loathe that word and its social connotations.)
A client who is also a friend was telling me yesterday about her Hard Day at Work. After a few brief minutes with a client of her own she had received a poor review that I paraphrase as "all I asked was a simple question and...".
Let me save you some money, folks. Psychic talent is not an invisible remote control. Your life is not the Cosby Show, all eight seasons TiVo'd and ready to be scanned - snick, snick, snick - at forty thousand frames a second, in perfect background detail and with perfect script recall - by any psychic, at any time, for any price.
For six dollars - a Coke and a pack of Nabs - there isn't a psychic on the planet who can zoom in to Season Three, Episode Nine of "Life, Yours" in 120 seconds. Believing that it might be possible makes frauds a fortune and makes that reputed sucker born every minute a zilchonaire.
The one thing a gifted psychic is sure to know about you in thirty seconds or less? You don't have all the answers. The one thing you should know about us now - before you even pick up the telephone - neither do we.
The question? Not so simple. The answer? Easy-peasy.
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