New Year's Eve
Got to the resort around 4:00. Settled into the room. Finally got to go swimming in the indoor/outdoor pool. Didn't want to go outside. The water was deeper and I was just fine inside.
The party was great. As usual, Bourbon Street was pretty deserted until around 8:30 but we had a lot of fun with the entertainment people. They had a 3 piece Dixieland band (tuba, banjo and clarinet). Very interactive. The clarinet player had all kinds of percussion instruments he'd pass around to the crowd, sing-a-longs and such. Then the stilt walker got there. A jolly, rotund, very talented man. He did balloon sculptures, hat juggling, knives, rings. By the time he got to the regular part of his act, I was busy with a steady stream of clients and people waiting. PR put a blurb in the entertainment package info that they were going to have tarot readers, so they sought us out. We're in for Mardi Gras.
Michael ended up babysitting the kid of some white trash friend of his most of the night while she partied and made about as much as he does on a Friday.
We heard that a girl who has been stalking the bartenders got thrown out of the place before we got there (maybe our acquaintence, Hanny). Couple of guys got into a fight at 6:30, the cops broke it up. Rest of the night was pretty peaceful from what we saw. We may hear more stories.
Despite the noise, distractions and drunks I did ok with a lot of people, the men that challenge me are almost always a bust, and had a few people that will likely talk about what I told them for days I was so accurate. Had the usual few spiritual visits...
.... and I realized something. The more I hone my talents, this is changing me. Not sure if it's in a good or bad way. I am a seer. I am honest. I care. I don't tell people things just to make them feel good no matter how much they want me to "lie convincingly" to them. I feel their desperation. One lady told John after I read for her that she was expecting more good things. He told her if she gave him $10 he would tell her good things but that it somewhat defeats the purpose. I agree. I call it as I see it. I will not sacrifice integrity for carny entertainment. Maybe that's what makes me different.
Some people want to discern the unknown, others want confirmation for things they basically already know, for a few it is just entertainment. I've met a few pagans, I keep meeting people that have the gift and don't use it. The more lives I see into... the more alone I feel. I'm amazed how much I can turn the ability on and off now. It's almost trancelike. If I don't take notes during the night or right after, I barely remember a damn thing. Someone that I read for an hour earlier can come by and I have no clue what I told them or what they asked me.
Maybe I need somewhat of a spiritual alignment. Haha my connection is making me disconnected. There it is in a nutshell. I felt bad for one little girl. She started to tell me about having bad dreams and that she wasn't sleeping well. Her mom came by before she could tell me about them and pulled her away saying "We don't do these things. Everything you need to know you learn on Sunday." I apologized, etc and mom seemed OK with that. I could have helped her. She knew that. I know they aren't dreams but visions. I hope she finds someone else to confide in.
We didn't leave until 1:30 and there were at least 4 people waiting. One drunken bastard blew my concentration completely on the last readings (2 girls, the mother-in-law of one of them and her sister). I actually stood up and got in his face and then told the security guys to get him out of there.
A couple of Michael's friends had come by about 1:00 so afterward we dropped our stuff at the room and all went to IHOP. Couldn't sleep, I'm sure I will tonight.
The party was great. As usual, Bourbon Street was pretty deserted until around 8:30 but we had a lot of fun with the entertainment people. They had a 3 piece Dixieland band (tuba, banjo and clarinet). Very interactive. The clarinet player had all kinds of percussion instruments he'd pass around to the crowd, sing-a-longs and such. Then the stilt walker got there. A jolly, rotund, very talented man. He did balloon sculptures, hat juggling, knives, rings. By the time he got to the regular part of his act, I was busy with a steady stream of clients and people waiting. PR put a blurb in the entertainment package info that they were going to have tarot readers, so they sought us out. We're in for Mardi Gras.
Michael ended up babysitting the kid of some white trash friend of his most of the night while she partied and made about as much as he does on a Friday.
We heard that a girl who has been stalking the bartenders got thrown out of the place before we got there (maybe our acquaintence, Hanny). Couple of guys got into a fight at 6:30, the cops broke it up. Rest of the night was pretty peaceful from what we saw. We may hear more stories.
Despite the noise, distractions and drunks I did ok with a lot of people, the men that challenge me are almost always a bust, and had a few people that will likely talk about what I told them for days I was so accurate. Had the usual few spiritual visits...
.... and I realized something. The more I hone my talents, this is changing me. Not sure if it's in a good or bad way. I am a seer. I am honest. I care. I don't tell people things just to make them feel good no matter how much they want me to "lie convincingly" to them. I feel their desperation. One lady told John after I read for her that she was expecting more good things. He told her if she gave him $10 he would tell her good things but that it somewhat defeats the purpose. I agree. I call it as I see it. I will not sacrifice integrity for carny entertainment. Maybe that's what makes me different.
Some people want to discern the unknown, others want confirmation for things they basically already know, for a few it is just entertainment. I've met a few pagans, I keep meeting people that have the gift and don't use it. The more lives I see into... the more alone I feel. I'm amazed how much I can turn the ability on and off now. It's almost trancelike. If I don't take notes during the night or right after, I barely remember a damn thing. Someone that I read for an hour earlier can come by and I have no clue what I told them or what they asked me.
Maybe I need somewhat of a spiritual alignment. Haha my connection is making me disconnected. There it is in a nutshell. I felt bad for one little girl. She started to tell me about having bad dreams and that she wasn't sleeping well. Her mom came by before she could tell me about them and pulled her away saying "We don't do these things. Everything you need to know you learn on Sunday." I apologized, etc and mom seemed OK with that. I could have helped her. She knew that. I know they aren't dreams but visions. I hope she finds someone else to confide in.
We didn't leave until 1:30 and there were at least 4 people waiting. One drunken bastard blew my concentration completely on the last readings (2 girls, the mother-in-law of one of them and her sister). I actually stood up and got in his face and then told the security guys to get him out of there.
A couple of Michael's friends had come by about 1:00 so afterward we dropped our stuff at the room and all went to IHOP. Couldn't sleep, I'm sure I will tonight.