Social Media Eats Itself…

Pepe says… F@#% it…I very much dislike social media and FakeBook (FaceBook) in particular. Some of you may be now asking “…why?” Those who know me well already know the answer to that. For everyone else…

In the beginning, I – like so many others – jumped onto the social media bandwagon with flourish and gusto! Myspace paved the way. Then came FaceBook! Bigger! Better! Shinier! Sexier!!! Yay! So, everyone climbed aboard. One big happy family.

Then…things began to get a little…weird…

Suddenly, FaceBook knew a lot about me. At the time I couldn’t understand why and how they knew where I was born, where I went to school and who my friends and family were. Now I know how, of course. Suckerburg sold us out to the Feds. Plain and simple. But, being somewhat naïve about the ways of the world, I just chalked it all up to the nature of the beast and ignored it all. What was the harm? I could keep in touch with friends, family and clients in the FaceBook environment and besides everyone was doing it, right?

Then the real weirdness started…

I made a “Fan Page” for my business. This would be great, I thought. Here is a place where I can reach out to all my clients and keep them informed and up to date on all the latest in the realms of Sleeping Gypsy! Soon I noticed, however, that my 1500+ “fans” were not getting info from me or my page. Only 3 to 5 individuals were seeing my posts in their feeds. What?! That just doesn’t seem good. Then I noticed that they wanted me to pay 100s of $$’s to reach those other folks thru the FaceBook platform. Ummm…no. That’s not gonna happen. Not in MY Faerie Tale world, it’s not.

Then came the “real name” flap. Someone – probably a competitor – “turned me in” for using a “fake name”. My business name to be exact. I could use that name if I jumped thru all sorts of procedural hoops to prove who I was for realz.  Now things seems to be getting more and more ridiculous. So, reluctantly and with great protest, I submit my real name. Now, it’s not like my real name is any secret or mystery. I am just of the old school thought that if someone wants to know my real name they should just ask me. Having grown up from an era that witnessed the birth of the internet starting from dial in 1200 baud modems running telnet and bulletin boards to the cesspool that is the world wide web of today, I am very reluctant to put my personal info out there for every weirdo and whack job to see. So, I cave in to the peer pressure thinking I am being old fashioned, a fuddy duddy…a stick in the mud. So, I acquiesce and cave in. I submit…against all of my better judgment. (Remember when I say “Always follow your first impressions? Listen to your intuition?” Duh……….

This is when the real “fun” begins…

I, like many, was bullied in school as a child and very young adult. The kids at my middle school in particular bullied me relentlessly. Physical, verbal, sexual, emotional assault was a common place thing for me and a challenge to my psyche not to mention my mental health and physical well being. I managed to survive – my parents were not really involved with my schooling or my life, for that matter, so I had to go it alone most of the time. Needless to say…I managed to get thru it and leave it behind for brighter days. At least after graduating high school I could set my sights for a real life with real friends and not be tortured by bullies. That is…until the bullies managed to tack me down using FaceBook. Now, all of a sudden – some 40 odd years later – here they were!  Stalking me and trying to make my life miserable once again. This is when FaceBook officially became FAKEBOOK in my paradigm. Sure, my blocked list is 10 miles long at least and so into the pile they went with the other trolls, monsters and demoniac rascals. But at some point one has to ask one’s self…why? Why does one bother with this crap just to be stalked, bullied and info farmed by big corporations and the Feds who don’t give a sh!t  about me or my life only just to add my ID number to the millions of other common, decent Americans (and others) who they have listed on their lists and compiled on their piles. Bleh. Peace…OUT.

I gave up on Myspace years ago. Twitter has been taken over by the snowflakes and bullies. I rarely use Twitter any more after being bullied there. Ello has not piqued my interest, really. But Gab.ai has been a good place to get not fake news and YouTube I view on a daily basis. Pinterest is fun for storing graphics and sharing creative ideas! But Google+ (or anything Google or Yahoo related, for that matter) is a no go.

So…here we are. I am just -> *this* <- close to deactivating my FAKEBOOK account (because mostly you simply cannot “delete” an account on FAKEBOOK…mostly.) Twatter and GAG-gle+ are not too far behind either.  I guess I am just putting this out there just in case there are any other lost souls out there who feel absolutely disgusted with social media and are thinking about bailing from them also. You are NOT ALONE, my friends. You are not alone. In fact you are in very good company!

In closing, if anyone needs or wants to keep up with me just look right here. My blog is up and will be until the interwebz goes flatline. Until then…stay thirsty, my friends…

Pepe says… F#%K it…

La La Land…

Welcome to Daytona Beach!I always thought living in a highly haunted town would be fun, and for the most part it was. Highly stimulating, Saint Augustine has a world of charm. But, after a few years the constant bombardment of spirit activity bouncing off of one’s psyche and id can become tiring, overwhelming, exhausting. Add to that the never ending stream of tourists and strangers coming and going, one can find themselves feeling just a little bit displaced, a ship drifting along a distant but familiar shore.

Chatting with folks that have been born and raised in the Oldest City lends another side of the story. Not many who can claim the sea side town their birth place still reside there, the lion’s share of them having already relocated, pushed out or moving on for one reason or another. But most of them sing the same old song…their beloved Saint Augustine is not what it once was. Gone are the days of quaint and relaxed community, replaced by what the City Commissioners have created in a profit making sort of Disneyland for tourists. There is that same old familiar right side of the tracks where the city will support the community, but only if there is money to be had in it for them. Then there is the other side of the tracks which is anything not belonging to the right side. I even saw a story written up in the infamous “Old City Life” magazine that opined anything north and west of the Old City was ghetto slums where the undesirables live. A stern letter to the editor of said rag went without consideration nor reply. I’m sure other property owners like myself were not at all appreciative of the stigma the city had put upon them and were just as irate as I was at hearing that my tax dollars and residency was considered valuable not at all.

In essence, what had once been a sweet seaside community with caring neighbors and a sense of belonging, where artistic folks could let their paints flow free with the sea breezes had been transformed over a very short period of years into a money pot for those with vested interests. Add to that the energy of oh so many angry dead and you’ve got yourself a reason to move on. Oh yes…angry. Anger built up over centuries of war and bloodshed, slavery and abuse, disease and poverty. Chatting with a retired tour guide of the oldest streets, I was told that only about 11% of the “oldest” buildings within the Oldest City were really original in one way or another. All the rest were replaced and fashioned to resemble the oldest things. What used to be a flourishing artist community has now been discouraged and dismantled, laws forbidding artists to ply their trade abound within the city limits.  But the homeless bums can enjoy unlimited loitering, threatening passers by and pan handling to their heart’s content. And when Lincolnville was “just another slum”, the only place that many of the locals and artists could afford to live, the area went virtually ignored and left blighted until by chance some enterprising chap thought to capitalize on the authenticity of the area when the trend seemed to catch on and now, with most of the locals pushed out, it has become one of the most lucrative and desirable parts of town to reside in. (Move over South Park…)

Tolomato Cemetery. Joke. About twice per year the City opens the old rusty gates of one of the country’s oldest cemeteries to allow tours conducted to raise money for upkeep to the grounds. Chatting up a docent on that sunny fall afternoon brought confirmation of something I already sensed…mainly that there was no one still buried in the old hallowed grounds. They had all been moved some decades before to other cemeteries far and wide. Fake. Like the rest of the poor old town. This is just the tip of the proverbial iceberg. :/

That’s fine. I am grateful that I was able to reside in that place for six years, enjoying my favourite landmarks, the Bridge of Lions and the Firehouse Beach. Yearning for something different, I moved on…

Now we find ourselves immersed within a new adventure which I will share with you, dear friends, as the adventure unfolds! Daytona Beach is a most fun town! The choice of food and restaurants can not be beat and the friendly atmosphere of the town is contagious! I didn’t realize just how invaded with negative spirit energy I was in Saint Augustine until I left that place. Like a breath of fresh air, I now have my wits back! Yes, there is still the occasional wandering spirit looking for peace and someone to validate him or her, but not like the constant stream of souls that move through the Oldest City’s space. Yes, it is still one of the most active spirit sites on the planet, so I urge anyone who wants to experience it to most definitely make the trip. But for me…I like to call Daytona Beach home…for now. 🙂

Florida Autumn…

Barn owl...

It always seems like it goes down the same way every year…around the middle of June, Florida becomes a beautiful, sunny furnace. Everyone feels like they are walking on the Sun. And, while the warmth is glorious, it gets a little old around early August, where you will find nearly everyone counting the days until those hot winds and humidity begin to wane.

And then it happens…

Almost like magic. The switch is flipped and the sweltering heat ceases literally overnight, shifting from oppression to liberation. The AC is turned off and the windows and doors are flung open with gleeful abandon. The usual cacophony of amphibians and cicada fades into a quietness ushered in by the rare song of birds on the move from there to there. The air takes on an heirloom quality of that familiar autumn relief, prompting more leisure time out of doors as everyone readies for the holidays beginning with my favourite…Halloween!

Up north, the leaves are turning and the temps are plunging, but here in the south the seasons take there time winding down. Our leaves hang around until mid-December. The beach is still doable well into November. Never snowing works for me, loving the ambiance of a huge queen palm stuffed full of twinkle lights. I am amused by the local clothiers displaying their boots and winter jackets, as if they know what real cold is all about. But we let them have their fun. I’d rather pretend that it is freezing cold out than to actually be in the arctic of a northern winter.

The little critters ready for the nap and leisure that comes with the cooler temperatures, the frogs and lizards the first to retreat for the season, and we dearly miss them around here when that time rolls around. And there is nothing finer than to lie in bed, windows open, with a cool gentle breeze drifting through the darkness, being wrapped up in a snuggly quilt and hearing the trill of an owl floating in the night on the smell of jack pines, their silent flight only noticed after their song is gone. Oh, how I love the fall!

Sure…most folks grumble about the time changes and the ever decreasing hours of light given to the day. But I never notice. I simply wrap myself up in Autumn and let my heart soar on the clear cool ways of this time of the year, each time feeling like first time and eagerly anticipating it each and every time as if it was a new surprise. The respite that comes with the shortening days brings a welcoming sigh of relief and a well deserved relaxing. A time of resting…

Enjoy the season, my friends…

…Namaste.

Twenty One Questions…Spells & Spell Work

Dear Ms. Gypsy, Recently a friend of mine asked if you would do a spell for her to get her boyfriend back. You turned her down. I think that is rude. Can you please explain why? Thanks. ~ Rebecca A.

Thank you, Rebecca, for your question. The reasons that I do not do spells for others are many, but not meant to be exclusive towards any one individual or specific group. The simple answer is that I don’t do spell work for anyone other than myself, and feel that for spell work to be really effective and meaningful, each individual that is looking for results through such means really must put their own hands and energy signature on their own work. This way they have their hands upon their own destiny and can weave their own energy into the work and everything else concerning whatever it specifically that they are trying to accomplish. In doing so they begin the very satisfying journey into their very own magical traditions.

For me to do spell work for another is like asking for me to brush someone else’s teeth by brushing my own. Without having a direct stake in the issue, the mingling of my energy into the working, as well as having the work mingle within my own energy skews the results for the work as well as causing me to take on the energetic elements of the situation…something I do not wish to carry around. No matter how good a person is at getting rid of unwanted energy, there is always a small bit of it that clings. Such attachments can have long range implications towards the practitioner that can swing both ways, both good and bad. Be that as it may, it is not a good thing…sharing that karmic toothbrush.  That is why I do not offer spell work as a service or favour for third parties.

What I do offer, however, are instructional sessions for a very small fee that teach how to do the spell work for one’s own self. The benefits of such a service are many. First off, when one sets about looking for someone to do spell work for a third party, it is very hard to find someone reputable. The world is full of fraudsters who are looking to pray on desperate souls who are looking for a quick fix for their problems. Seekers such as these  will tend to be impatient and in a hurry for results. When this happens, the chances of getting ripped off are so great as to have it become the norm instead of the exception. When one does their own workings, they are forced to slow down and think about what it is that they are trying to accomplish, thus adding strength and determination into the energy of the work and therefore increasing the chances for success.

Next, there is the “quick fix” tendencies and attitude some folks have concerning energy work in general. Some believe that spell work is like Hogwarts, that all one has to do is wave a magic wand, say a rhyme and *pooF* – it happens. Nothing could be farther from the truth. Energy work is subtle by nature and governed by the will of the Divine. We lend our energy and desire, blending it into the mix to encourage a natural outcome that benefits our lives and the lives of others in a certain way. If this work is of a positive nature, then it is a win-win situation that is a delight to behold. On the other hand, if it is a negative result that one is seeking, this can have implications that reach farther into personal uncharted territory than one may wish to travel. One might use the excuse such as “Oh, I don’t have the patience” or “you are so much better at it than I am” or “I don’t know what I am doing. You do it for me.” and they throw money at it expecting to have all of their wishes and dreams come true without lifting a finger on their own behalf. This sort of occult flavoured entitlement goes against everything that energy work stands for. Ever herb, every stone, every effigy, every flame, every word, every utterance, every thought has a life of it’s own thus having possession of a dignity that demands a certain kind of respect in and of itself. Working with spirit is an honour, not a right owed to anyone. Compliance from the spirits of these or any particular energy is earned through honour and respect. So, perhaps the reason someone is not successful at working with energies is because of the fact that they are simply not worthy. True, persons who are worthy can hire themselves out to get things done for others. And that is up to them to decide whether that is something in which they want to take on in this life. And I do not judge or fault them for it at all. But I can guarantee that a little bit of it stays with them for a little while or longer, sometimes even forever.  If they feel comfortable with that then more power to them. I simply choose not to take on the weight of the world in such a fashion.

It is amusing to me when people come to me and confide under their breath that they are positive that someone has cursed them, thrown a root or done some other dastardly deed to curse their lives…usually an ex girlfriend, an ex mother-in-law or some other such nefarious person. It just shows me how vulnerable and uneducated they are where spell work is concerned. In the same manner as their “drive-thru fast food” spell casting requests and desires are expressed, now, too, they have projected that very same attitude onto their supposed enemy, usually through the powers of suggestion used by unscrupulous fakes within the magical community. We’ve all heard the scam. “Oh dear! You have had a curse upon you from birth! You are a very special person! Your mother was visited by the Devil when she was pregnant for you and now he is following you around for your whole life! Only I can lift this curse from you! For <insert outrageous unGodly amount of money amount here> I can rid you of this horrible curse yadda yadda yadda…blah blah blah…”  (Yes. I hear this all the time from my clients. This is the most common psychic scam out there…) The truth of the matter is this: it takes time to do spell work and a dedication that is rarely the case where ex’s are concerned. They would have to invest many hours and days – even months and years – and lots and lots of money with a reputable and honest worker to achieve the results attributed to what is usually a simple run of bad luck or just everyday happenings throughout the course of one’s days. The bottom line is that the probability of having a curse put upon you is next to nil. The truth is that the chances are that whoever one’s perceived enemies are they probably have forgot about the whole thing and have moved on with their lives. The only one still harbouring resentment, fear or foreboding is the one looking for the quick fix spell work. It’s a vicious cycle…

Finally…it is with this philosophy that I was raised, that we do our own work for ourselves. This is the way my tradition was handed down to me from generation to generation. If one prefers to seek someone to do their work then so be it. I wish them all the luck and blessings in their endeavor. But please, please do not be angry at me for not wanting to turn against my own belief and traditions to satisfy a client or for lucrative financial gain. I would hope to at least be afforded that little bit of respect for my own personal decisions where my own spiritual pathway leads.

So, if ever your friend wants to learn how to do his or her own energy workings, please have them get in touch! I would be more than happy to help them acquire and cultivate the power that they need to nurture their energy to make good things happen in their life. All one has to do is ask to receive special spiritual bounty…

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Ten Years Ago Yesterday…

It hardly seems possible. It seems like only yesterday that she was still with us. And I catch myself still reaching to pick up the phone to give her a call…

On May 31, 2005, the one person that I knew longer than anyone else on the planet, left for a better life in a brand new world free from pain and troubles and disease. She, along with my dad, wore big shoes. And when he went on ahead of her back in 1987, she was given the task of wearing both pairs which she did with aplomb. An inspiration to all who knew her, she was the rock of our whole family for decades. Loving life and with a never say never attitude, my mom set goals and attained them all throughout her life. She even made the difficult look easy! She was a tough act to follow and set the bar high… which made everyone who knew and loved her a better person for it. A fighter all the way to the end, I hope to grow up to be half the woman she is. I know she will be with me, even now, every step of the way.

Every now and then I will catch the drift of lilacs and cigarette smoke floating faintly on the air and I know it is her saying “hello” and watching over me. And even though she resides in a higher, loftier dimension from this one, I know that she is always there for me and her grand kids and her great granddaughter…if only we just reach out to her with our thoughts and prayers. Still she keeps me strong through the highs and lows of life. One day again we shall be together to laugh and chat as we used to. But for now, I have faith that she is with me in spirit, watching out for me, sharing my victories, propping me up when I need it, cheering me on even now.

Thank you, Mom. I love you…Mom...

Free One Card Readings…

So…for the majority of my life I have been known to give away free readings of one sort or another. Some find that suspicious, but most find it awesome and helpful. Most of the free readings that I do consist of just one card. I have a few people who have complained about the quantity of the cards offered which to me is a bit rude, but it also tells me that they don’t know much about the Tarot and how it works. I urge these types to just give it a try, as one never knows the volume of information that can be gleaned from “just one card”. Most of the time they are simple blown away by the depth for the experience. This always makes me smile as my goal in offering free one card readings is multi faceted.

TemperanceFirst off, there are many folks out there that have no idea whatsoever exactly what the Tarot is. Most of them cannot even pronounce the word “Tarot” so right away they get an education. Quite a few approach the free reading saying “…oh my! I am scared!” I ask them why? Do they compare a card reading to a root canal, a pap test or a colonoscopy…all things I would have some trepidation approaching. But never would fear a reading in this way and so I get a chance to reassure them and calm their fears.

Then, there is the dreaded Devil, Death, 9 or 10 of Swords that pops up from time to time. The looks of complete and utter horror upon the faces of the person pulling these stigmatized images is almost comical and I have to stifle a smile because I don’t want to appear to be to be cold. But the plain and simple truth of the matter, once explained to them, puts their minds at ease. There is so much misinformation regarding the Tarot that enters their thoughts that they have a hard time figuring out exactly what the card is trying to tell them…change, rebirth, vice, habit, complacency, anxiety…just a few conditions touched upon by these important images that exist within the system that we call “Tarot”…a whole new world opening up to them.

I would be remiss to exclude the religious snobbery that rears its ugly head from time to time. “Do you believe in God?” or “Are you a Devil worshipper?” or “What does the Bible say about this?” are common questions that come before the pulling of the card. The answers “yes, I do” and “no, I don’t” and “Plenty!” are comforting to them, the ensuing explanations setting their minds at ease. After all, we don’t want to consort with the Devil, do we? Too much TV, I explain to them. Don’t believe everything that you see on the toob.

Last, but not least…I just want to help people. I am certainly not in it for the fame, the money and the riches. But I do need to keep my lights on and support my web site as well as my tummy. But fame and fortune are not my goals (as is evident in the charges for my services…which some also suspect. It runs the gamut from “Only the truly gifted never charge for their services” to “Oh, your rates or so cheap. You must not be any good, then.” There’s always someone…). Some find it hard to believe that in this day and age that anything is free, and that there must be a catch or a trick or a hook. I’m sorry to disappoint…but no, actually, I am not. My goal and mission in life is to help others to find peace, calm and healing in their everyday lives. I wish to help them find answers. I want them to live a happy and healthy life. I long to educate others regarding what the Tarot really is and that anyone can use it to positively accent their lives and help to make the healthy changes that set one upon a path of wellness of body, mind and spirit. Plain and simple…

So, don’t be afraid to request a free one card reading. It is fun, productive and interesting! No strings, I promise… 🙂

What My Grandma Says…

Grandma in a rockerIt’s been many a year since my Grandma has been walking this physical plane, but she visits me on a regular basis and sometimes has a lot to say. Her favourite thing to say is…”The world is going to hell in a hand basket!” Now as it has been all those years ago, she sees with her wisdom and her intuition and he clarity that things can get very out of hand. Being a devout Christian woman, she always had faith and believed that God would see us through. She pops in to remind me on a regular basis that as long as we have faith in God and in each other that there is always a way and that everything will work out just fine. I have inherited my eternal optimism from her, I reckon.

We called her Grandma TwoTwo because as young kids it was had to figure exactly why we had one mom but two grandmothers. And so Flora, my maternal grandmother, took the title of TwoTwo granny…or Grandma TwoTwo. She saw the magic in everything and was a consummate gardener, cook, seamstress and healer. She could fix anything and make anything right with her apt attention and the touch of her hands. She never swore a day in her life except one time when we were capping strawberries on warm early summer evening. “Shit fire! I cut my finger!” She uttered just under her breath. My eyes grew wide at the sound of that and I looked at her in amazement saying…”Grandma!” ’cause I knew if I said that I’d be in a world of trouble, that and I was so taken aback at hearing her curse. She just smiled at me and said…” …well…I did!” 🙂

Back when she was a young woman and mother all the folks went to see my grandmother and her sisters for all sorts of things. They grew up in the depression ere, their fathers and grandfathers having fought in the Civil War. She used to tell me, “…we were poor but we didn’t know it.” They always had everything they could possibly want and knew no better. “The world has changed so much,” she used to tell me, worried for the old ways. But she loved the new things that had been introduced into the world, not like my grandfather on my dad’s side, who was suspicious and in disbelief in everything “new”. Being from Amish, Mennonite and Quaker stock, it was born in him to suspect anything new fangled. (That’s a story for another day, for sure! 😉 ) Mom’s side was different, though. They were adventurous and happy, independent and scrappy. Back then folks would stick together in a pinch and everyone went to church and praised the Lord. My mom hated church, however, and played hooky any chance she could. She was a wild one, alright. I take after my grandmother in pretty much all respects, my brothers taking after my mom, always rowdy and full of party. I was content to be home keeping the home fires burning just as Grandma TwoTwo used to do. Mom thought it dull and boring. I think it just fine.

Now, I’m not a “prepper” or a “Doomsdayer” by any stretch of the imagination. But I am of the mind that if only everyone would live a more simple life without so much drama and waste, following the Bible and living better lives for one another, honouring the Golden Rule and the Ten Commandments…how different yet again the world would be. We could keep some advancements such as those of medicine and medical technology if only to make the world a more healing and healthy place to live. But do we really need all the glitz and bling? Do we really need to throw food away while others starve? How many cars does one really need? How much money does anyone really need? Some folks have all the money in the world. What for? How can they hoard it while babies starve? I channel my grandmother in saying these things. For what means? And to what end? If the lights went out tomorrow who would survive it? Grandma TwoTwo would ask those very questions all those years ago. She is still asking them today…

What would she say today? I can hear her voice…

“Take care of each other. Think for yourself. Don’t lie or waste or cheat people. Don’t follow others that are evil or bad. Do what is right. Respect life. Love your kin. Be yourself. Don’t be mean. Go to church. Eat right. Laugh. Grow your own food. Give to others. Heal others in their hearts and in their bodies. Make your kin proud. Make God proud.”

Such simple sage advice. I try to live that every single day of my life. For my kin. For my grandmother. For my friends and for the planet. I pass this along to whoever will listen. That way you can pass it along to the next.

…thank you, Grandma TwoTwo. I love you.

Farcebook…

V is for Farcebook...Well…the honeymoon is over between me and the social media giant, Facebook, which I have lovingly renamed Farcebook, because of their latest shenanigans which have now broke my camel’s back. There is a little poem we used to recite when something of this nature would come about. It goes something like this…

I saw a birdie soft and still

sitting upon my window sill.

I coaxed him in with a piece of bread,

then I smashed his little head.

…and that is exactly what Farcebook is doing to its loyal users. They are luring them in with the idea that their platform is fun and interesting and inviting and in their best interests and a great way to stay in touch with family and friends…and then slowly but surely begin to get control of you and everything that you do within that environment. Which is their right, I suppose, as some of their policies are there albeit buried amidst a ton of mumbo jumbo. The other things are outright changes that they call “tweaks” which are supposed to “make the experience” better. But it doesn’t really. They do it little bit by little bit, just enough to annoy but not start an all out rebellion. Until now. And even so, a lot of people are putting up with the latest ploy, which they have managed to convince a lot of those who just don’t give a fig that it is ” for their own good” and to “protect them”, but in reality it is posturing for a money grab by collecting data and personal info so as to sell it to the government. Yes, I am referring to the “real name” policy. Sure, it is in the fine print that one agrees to when they sign up for the venue, but no one has ever really taken it seriously. After all, how safe is it to be putting your real identity out there on the interwebz, hmm? Having been on the net since before there was even a world wide web (thank you, Al Gore! 😉 ) way back well into the mid to late 1970’s (yes, I am dating myself here) it has been an unwritten given that one never puts their personal info out there on the web. But now, Farcebook, in an effort to make you sign up for a “Fan Page” so as to be able to post as a business, an entity or anonymously, has put the screws to those who do not want to play by their silly yet ignorant rules by forcing you into putting your real name out there for every Tom, Dick and Harry to see. Now, I don’t look down on those who choose to put there real names out there. That is their choice and more power to them. I chose to use my business name, as that is the main reasons I am on social media to begin with…to promote my business. I want to brand my business, not my family name. Contrary to some other publicity Ho’s out there, I am not into business for the sole purpose to get rich at any cost like Farcebook is doing.  If I want to socialize with friends I will call them up on the phone or make plans for a play date in person. I don’t need to hide behind a computer to have a social life. True, I may be one in a million, but I don’t think so. Now, the plan is to get me to use their “Fan Page” option to try and promote my business, but the problem that I have with that is the way their algorithm is programed. They have it coded in such a way so as to limit exposure in that phase of the environment …drum roll please… UNLESS I PAY FOR IT! Yes, folks. There it is. The proverbial turd in the punch bowl. This is what it all boils down to…greed. Like Mark Zuckerburg and Farcebook as an entity doesn’t have enough money in their hairy little palms.

So…what to do now?

Well, let’s see. Google+ and Twitter today are looking a whole lot more shiny and sparkly for me than they did yesterday before my underwear got pulled up around my ears. And then there is a little- heard of social networking site called diaspora* which is looking more and more attractive to me the more I learn about it. The bottom line is this…Farcebook does not OWN my ass and I refuse to be extorted. So, now begins the slow but sure phasing over to something bigger and better than what I had in Farcebook. The bottom line is sobering but do-able…they did me a favour in showing me their true colours. I will not spend one hard earned penny to line the Farcebook corporate pockets, no. You all do what you want, but I did not grow up in the ’60s and the ’70s to just roll over and let Big Brother stick to me this way. And you would be smart, dear reader, to pay close attention to whom you are giving all of your personal information to. It may not be too late to save yourself from this monster. Or at least try…

…stay tuned. 🙂

Curses…the Truth…

Ok, here’s the scoop…after receiving a record number of phone calls and visits from clients freaking out and ready to jump from the nearest tall building, I have to say something…again.

Is everybody listening?

You are NOT cursed. You have NOT been cursed from birth. There is NO black cloud hanging over your head or anyone else’s for that matter. There are NO demons attached to you, your kids, your family, your relatives – living or deceased. There is no curse. THERE IS NO CURSE.

The only thing you have been cursed with is having fallen prey to a despicable scammer whom you call thinking they are an honest person when in fact they are not. Sure, they may be able to tell you things about yourself. Not all psychics are honest just as not all of a plethora of other so-called “professionals” out there today are guaranteed to be honest. You have to be discerning. And sometimes one does not even have to be psychic to be able to spot the problems within a person who is just looking for answers to the questions of their lives. The simple fact that you are reaching out to a psychic – a complete stranger – and willing to pay a huge amount of money so that they can tell you what you want to hear is a sure sign that you are in a vulnerable state. People needing answers are often gullible and impatient. They cannot wait to calm down and think about what they are doing. Enter the scammer. He or she can smell you right over the phone.

What to do? First off, take some time to think. Is this really the work of the devil or some unscrupulous in-law? Or are you having what everyone has once in a while…a bad day. Are you frantically flipping through the phone book or screeching across the web at the speed of sound looking at psychic after psychic? Well…stop that. If it is that big of an emergency, chances are that you need another kind of professional….like a doctor or a police officer. Take a deep breath. If it is not a life or death emergency then just sleep on it. And if all else fails and you truly need to consult a psychic, then have one referred from someone you trust. If that is not possible, then take the time to do your homework and check them out thoroughly. If they don’t have a decent web page, if they haven’t been in business long, if they cannot provide references, if they are reluctant to give you their full name, if they have a pirate name like Madam Zorba or Psychic Patty, if they can’t give you one straight fee that is realistic or if your hinky meter is going off at the first sound of their voice…then DO NOT DO BUSINESS WITH THEM!

Plain and simple.

Sure…there are folks out there that specialize in going through the act of “cursing” people for money. And there are others out there that think if they light a candle or swear to the devil that they want someone cursed, uneducated folk think that just because these people engage in such activity that they are successful or even good at what they are doing. This is NOT Hogworts. This is the real world here, folks. The energy is subtle and takes many, many days and months and even years to be shifted into the right directions using metaphysical skills for good or not so good. “Work” has to be carried out on a regular basis. You mother-in-law or ex-husband probably does not have the time, knowledge or skill to every try to pull something like this off. And if they try to hire someone, do you really think that they are going to be willing to pay up the $100’s or even $1000’s of dollars to keep this kind of work going? Because believe me. Going through the process of cursing someone is not an easy deal. Besides, most times, just the mere mention of curses is all that a bitter person has to utter and their victim’s own mind can amplify that suggestion, working that person up into a froth of panic and fear, thus doing all the work for them. C’mon people. Think…

Jesus said…

“As he passed by, he saw a man blind from birth. And his disciples asked him, “Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?” Jesus answered, “It was not that this man sinned, or his parents, but that the works of God might be displayed in him.”~ John 9:1-3

So you see…there is no curse hanging over anyone’s head from birth. We make our own way. We are all born clean and without sin and without curses. We choose the paths in life that we take. No one has control over us with magic and curses like every fraud would have you believe. (Oh were it that easy! The world would be full of lottery winners and have a babe on each arm if it were that easy…)  And sometimes life is not all rainbows and unicorns. But sometimes it is. It just all depends on how you live your life. God gave us free will. We have choices to make. Sometimes our better judgment goes right out the window – we end up in an abusive relationship and we make a call at a vulnerable moment and a scammer sucks us in whole and spits out the bones – but it is up to us to stop and think and use our heads. After getting ripped off by a fraud, we scream to the heavens, “Why me?” But if we don’t stop and take control of our own actions and lives – probably the reason that we are making that call in the first place – then we are just sitting ducks, vulnerable, with “Rip Me Off” tattoos inked across our foreheads.

Remember…take your time. Do some homework. Get references. And above all…you are not cursed. Really, you are not.

I leave you now with a little gift in gratitude for having indulged me in this little rant, which has me sounding like a chastising old grandmother. But I just love you all and want for you all to be happy.

Until next time…

A black cat for Good Luck!

…a black cat for Good Luck!

 

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year 2014!Gosh…it really is that time again. I have very good feelings about this new year of 2014 and I am not entirely sure why…

I always make some New Year’s resolutions and I have learned over the years that it is best to keep it simple stupid. 😉 Here are some things that I have in mind for this new and exciting year…

I said this last year and I am going to repeat myself again…I will try my hardest to blog more. I love it and can find very little time to do it, and so this is more for myself than anything, but you guys will reap the benefits too. I have decided to open up about a few things that define who I am and to share some of my reading and conjure techniques with the world. So…watch this spot for more interesting goodies and bits-o’-tid.

Secondly, I am going to be redesigning my web page. I’m talking complete overhaul. It has been many years since I created my home page www.sleeping-gypsy.com. A lot has happened and I have grown so much since then. It’s time for a new look and a new attitude. I have the concept down and I am ready to break new ground. I hope you ill like what I have done with the place. I hope to have it done by the end of January but the middle of February will work, too.

Third…I am going to reopen my ecommerce once again. I am going to offer the very same goods that I carry in my brick and mortar store, as they have had very good reception with the public. New things available every week will be an exciting challenge, but I think I am ready!

Last but not least…I will resume working on my manuscript with a vengeance! I have dreamed for many years of being an author and have had more than a few starts and stops, but now I am really feeling the urge to complete the project. I am shooting for the end of the year and giving myself plenty of time. I am optimistic. Let’s just hope that I can keep up with it all!

I hope and pray that everyone has a beautiful and peace filled New Year! I know things with the economy have been terrible and that the whole world has been going through some growing pains, readjustments and all sorts of stuff with trying to stay on our feet.  We are a resilient species and stubborn to boot! I have high hopes for everyone this year. Let’s try our best to make 2014 the best year…ever! <3