Yikes, I've had a crazy week of readings. Non-believers, total skeptics and then the best yet: a client who called me a sinner. This is what she said, "Before we begin Samantha, I think you should know that I think what you do for a living is not of God, and I've already scheduled a confession with a priest from another parish. I sure don't want my priest to know I've consorted with people like you." Holy cow! Do you know what's crazier than that? This: I actually read for her. Even after she told me she'd gotten a reading with Sylvia Browne and John Edward and was sure they were both hacks. Even after she said to me, "You know Samantha, you need to listen to me. If you ever tell a falsehood, that will lie on your eternal soul."
What is wrong with me? If I had told her how she spent her last ten birthdays, or what she was doing and where she was sitting at the exact moment of our reading, if I could have pulled out the nicknames for all the pets and stuffed animals she'd ever known and loved, none of it would have been enough to convince her that what I do is real, that God really does exist and her loved ones really are safe and happy and heaven.
So, one of my New Year's resolutions for 2011 is to grow strong enough in my own abilities and what I do so that the next time I come across a client like that, I can say what I should have said, "I don't think you're ready for a reading, and I'm not going to read for you."
Here's hoping we all learn to have faith in ourselves this holiday season, so that we can be the best we can be.