Many people have asked me to teach my palmistry techniques and personal experiences as a professional reader/counselor.

I would like to begin with the three major lines, heart, head life.

If you are interested in studying with me, please send me an email from this site right away. I want to start one in the next month or two.


Spencer

The Fool Card One of my most favorite cards. A young man or woman is out hiking with a hobo stick over his the shoulder with a small bandana bag of things ties on to the end. The important design to the card is that the Fool appears seems to be stepping off a cliff. This is the key. More than anything the Fool card represents making a new beginning one you can=t reverse.
The metaphysical reading of this card is that the Fool represents the soul starting a new incarnation and the karmic records are stored in the bad carried on the end of the hobo stick. This reading is a little too much for the average party client and even some private clients. It is helpful to look at the Fool as a new beginning.
Every new beginning, whether it be in love, business or adventure starts with a positive, even innocent thought that here comes a good thing, a path that will make me grow. The articles in the hobo bag then become the things we carry into every new adventure, our past record of dealing with new situations.
The point of resistance from the client comes from the idea of the Fool.. Nobody wants to play the Fool. Yet it is the Fool, the innocent that is the start of life. And we all look at a baby=s unfettered sensibility as desirable, because of the openness.
Look at the idea of the Bride, all dressed in white. She is purity, she is the Fool, hoping to leave the security of the family (theoretically) start a new family with her husband. Even something like leaving to go to college is within the real of the Fool. We go off to college with high hopes and innocent thoughts. Often we encounter new people, social patterns, different philosophical postures, intellectual demands. Our parents say we=ve changed. Our old friends say we have changed. Why? Because we have changed!
The Fool represents the renewal of hope for a better way of living, of doing . In a way it is like a woman giving birth. The pain of birth for my sister, Paula, was so extreme that for days after the birth of my wonderful and angelic niece, Jeanie, Paula was saying that she could never go through THAT again. The end of this story is obvious. After a couple years Paula wanted another baby and happily got pregnant again. She entered into the realm of the Fool, that enchanted realm of innocent expectation. She had a boy and once again said she'd never go through those labor pains again. And so far she hasn't.

Allow Me to Introduce Myself
Few people, if any, start out wanting to be a metaphysical reader which is quite simply a more glorified term for a Fortune Teller. Despite the qualms of some, we will capitalize Fortune Teller throughout this book. Why? To constantly remind everyone that this term as used in this book means the very highest calling, a spiritual calling that comes with the highest traditions of Ptolemy, Nostradamus, and Cheiro. Do not confuse this Fortune Teller with the little shops on the street saying Madame Marie solves all love problems for five dollars. The Gypsy shill is not the meaning here. The Fortune Teller presented here is descended from the advisers of kings and noblemen, warriors and workers. Through out the centuries people turned to practitioners of the occult (hidden knowledge) as a way of anticipating the future before it happens. It has tradition, history.
Fortune Telling is a calling. There are signs a long the way that indicate you may have a special gift, unseen coincidences keep pushing you in the "crazy" mode. Every good, authentic reader whom I know can point to a couple experiences which lead them to realize that they were different, that they had an ability to tune into people and receive intuitive insights. For example at an early age you may start seeing spirits or angels. You may not have had names for them, but you saw them and they were there, playing with you. When I was almost five years old I saw my first spiritual beings. I was sick and the medical doctors thought I was dying of double pneumonia. I mumbled to my grandmother that "yellow light friends" were playing with me. My grandmother, a tough woman who had survived the dust bowl and other hard times during the Great Depression, took this as a sure sign that I was dying, that angels had come for my spirit
. The whole family was gathered to cry over my small bed in St. Joseph’s Hospital. I was with my "yellow light friends" up above the bed looking down, on a sight which to this day remains fresh and resilient. There was my mom, my Aunt Helma, Aunt Ruth Ann and Grandmother. They were praying in that way only women in the face of death can pray, with gut and spirit streaming from their core. I recovered, but I had changed. Suddenly I developed opinions in all matters of spirit, correcting my elders when they projected what heaven might be like. My Grandmother told me I was a know it all and "piped up all the time." Slowly this experience slipped away. I became a normal kid again.
Everyone who has the calling may also get an experience what I call being hammered. Being hammered is a great pain, a pain that is slow to heal. For me it was not nearly dying as a young boy. My hammer was the death of my father when I was seventeen. Children of divorce or a death know a deep pain, a cutting to the heart where reality twists the knife of loss and the dark powers can enter, allowing depression, escapism, compulsion and despair to overwhelm the spirit. My father was a strong man, an electrical engineer, a WWII survivor. Just when I was getting to know him as a man, cancer took him away. The hammer got me good. I learned to cry alone, run wild, drink, chase young coeds, defy authority. My mother begged me to grow up. But I lived in a stupor of avoidance. I read On Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest and declared the world insane.
Then I met a woman, the grandmother of a girl friend, who taught me how to read palms and cards. From the first time I met grandmother Harris she told me I had the calling and she was going to teach me. Joan, my girl fiend at the time, told me that grandmother Harris was always looking for the a disciple, since no one in her family seemed willing to learn these skills.
Grandmother Harris had been a member of the Theosophical Society, had both a reading and a medial diagnosis by Edgar Casey, and advocated prayer and meditation for nearly everything. Grandmother’s response to most of life’s trials was, "Lets have a cup of herbal tea." She was an enthusiastic teacher and I went wild for this knowledge. As a young undergraduate and graduate student, my tarot cards where always in my book bag. I would give reading to a small group of friends. It was a pleasant hobby and it made me feel popular and needed. One of my classmates, Helen, wouldn’t go out on a first date with a young man unless the cards were right. "Why tempt fate?" she’d say.
My second experience with my "yellow light friends" occurred in Nigeria, where I was a teacher in the Peace Corps. West Africa wasn’t called the white man’s grave yard for nothing. During the rainy season I fell ill and ran a tremendous fever of 105. Sweating like a pig and I remember thinking that a high fever wouldn’t be such a bad way to die, better than cancer. The heat just bakes you until you’re done. No pain. No shrinking and shrinking until the body is just a shell like my Dad went through with cancer. Suddenly my consciousness was with my "friends of light." We were sitting on a rotating ceiling fan right over my bed watching Hersh and David , my Peace Corps buddies, work over my sweating body with large towels that they soaked in a solution of alcohol and water. They kept washing me down trying to reduce the fever. I was pretty sure I was a goner and I felt relieved. I loved my buddies for working so hard on my body. But I was ready to become a light being.
What happened next can only be described as madness. I suddenly woke up on the bed and looked at David and Hersh.. "I’m immortal and I’ve got no time for this," I shouted. An English major, I always had lots of books around me, even in the middle of upper region of the Benue River. Leaping from the bed I raced to my book shelf, now shouting, "There are the immortal of Siddhartha and the damned of the earth." I then proceeded to go through all my books tossing them either into an enlightened pile or a damned pile. All the while David and Hersh were trying to get me to bed. Only when every book in my house had been judged enlightened or damned did I submit to going to bed, where I slept for over twenty four hours. The fever had broken. But as Hersh said, "Something happened to your head, man."
I became obsessed with sex as a union with god through a woman, got heavily in to Tantra and the significance of sexual transcendence. After living by my wits and palmistry skills in Tangier for six months I wrote what my suffering mother called a "dirty" novel about the transformation and damnation of it all. It got published. This nearly ruined me. To be twenty six with a well received novel out can cause serious ego troubles. I quit a secure teaching job to go to Los Angeles, to try to write for the TV and film industry.
Los Angeles taught me humility, for it is a big town with a huge creative community which is competitive beyond belief. I hit this town like a big bug hits a windshield, with a splat. Lots of people were published and had novels out, but never mind that, scripts were in. I had to learn a new form. I was struggling to make it as a writer, each month the rent was an ordeal.
My transition to the psychic life style came through a freelance writing assignment. VIVA Magazine interviewed me to do some freelance work. During this meeting, I told the editor, Kitty, that I could read palms. She immediately wanted a reading. Three weeks later Kitty called me with an assignment to do an article built around a palm reading of Dominique Sanda, a hot European actress. Dominique was staying with a friend, Linda, in a swank house with a long drive way in Belle Aire. I did Dominique’s reading and Linda asked for a reading as well. A week later I received a call from Linda offering to pay me to "perform" at a party.
This is where my call to be a Fortune Teller became a reality. One party lead to another. Soon my psychic income was out running my freelance writing income. The Los Angeles market for metaphysical people and ideas is huge. There are more people in L.A. who use metaphysical readers either as party entertainment or personal advisers than any other city in the U.S. Also, at that time, there were psychic fairs everywhere. All this was before the present day famous psychic phone lines advertized on TV. Now the market is flooded.
I look back affectionately on those times in L.A. when I starved as a writer and learned the craft of working with people in the metaphysical arena. Eventually I came to write about the craft of astrology, Astrology and the Games People Play, and palmistry, Romance on Your Hands. These books are still in print, unlike my youthful novel, Mad Dog Press which emerged, danced in the light of the early seventies and then sank without trace. I have written one movie that was produced, Street Soldiers. I am not proud of this film, but is kept me alive. I have written script, Behind the Dolphin’s Smile, a look at how to return captured dolphins back to the sea. This has been optioned. This Fortune Telling book seeks to present the underlying dynamic of what it is like being a reader, the process of mind and the spiritual discipline.
Since I have a Master’s Degree in Education from Harvard, my mother finds it hard to understand my life style. What am I doing with all this fancy education? I know the Harvard Alumni Association finds it difficult to understand my life style. The conservative view is that I should make my mark in a "normal" way and not stick out like some kind of soar thumb with this Hocus Pocos reading stuff.. What kind of man spends his life dressing up in a tux, cape and turban and goes to corporate parties and plays the Fortune Teller? Or, what kind of man sits in his study and uses palmistry or astrology to give advice to people? Especially when he is a certified teacher. My answer: it is my calling. I did not choose this, it chose me. Or as my pal Hersh said after my illness in Africa, "Something happened to your head, man."
The snippets of thoughts in this book will give you, the reader, the pieces of the puzzle necessary to put together your own thoughts about human nature in general, this calling, its clients, ancestors in the tradition and the true tools of the trade. It is a grand calling, an ancient endeavor, full of great minds, wonderful sacrifice and devotion. It is also a calling full of cheats and thieves. But it’s life. As in politics, the ministry, medicine, insurance salesman, to name a few, the problem is the same: buyer beware
The only proof to any spiritual enterprise is in the fruits of the labor. Every great religious and spiritual movement has this common axis: Good spirit brings good deeds. Good Spirit nurtures love. Negative creates negative, positive creates positive. Let me tell you how to read this book. Lay its words upon your heart, see if its truths or ironies brings you to any greater understanding. This book has been written upon the bare rock of my experience. Take what buoys you up. Take what love you find here.

Allow Me to Introduce Myself
Few people, if any, start out wanting to be a metaphysical reader which is quite simply a more glorified term for a Fortune Teller. Despite the qualms of some, we will capitalize Fortune Teller throughout this book. Why? To constantly remind everyone that this term as used in this book means the very highest calling, a spiritual calling that comes with the highest traditions of Ptolemy, Nostradamus, and Cheiro. Do not confuse this Fortune Teller with the little shops on the street saying Madame Marie solves all love problems for five dollars. The Gypsy shill is not the meaning here. The Fortune Teller presented here is descended from the advisers of kings and noblemen, warriors and workers. Through out the centuries people turned to practitioners of the occult (hidden knowledge) as a way of anticipating the future before it happens. It has tradition, history.
Fortune Telling is a calling. There are signs a long the way that indicate you may have a special gift, unseen coincidences keep pushing you in the "crazy" mode. Every good, authentic reader whom I know can point to a couple experiences which lead them to realize that they were different, that they had an ability to tune into people and receive intuitive insights. For example at an early age you may start seeing spirits or angels. You may not have had names for them, but you saw them and they were there, playing with you. When I was almost five years old I saw my first spiritual beings. I was sick and the medical doctors thought I was dying of double pneumonia. I mumbled to my grandmother that "yellow light friends" were playing with me. My grandmother, a tough woman who had survived the dust bowl and other hard times during the Great Depression, took this as a sure sign that I was dying, that angels had come for my spirit
. The whole family was gathered to cry over my small bed in St. Joseph’s Hospital. I was with my "yellow light friends" up above the bed looking down, on a sight which to this day remains fresh and resilient. There was my mom, my Aunt Helma, Aunt Ruth Ann and Grandmother. They were praying in that way only women in the face of death can pray, with gut and spirit streaming from their core. I recovered, but I had changed. Suddenly I developed opinions in all matters of spirit, correcting my elders when they projected what heaven might be like. My Grandmother told me I was a know it all and "piped up all the time." Slowly this experience slipped away. I became a normal kid again.
Everyone who has the calling may also get an experience what I call being hammered. Being hammered is a great pain, a pain that is slow to heal. For me it was not nearly dying as a young boy. My hammer was the death of my father when I was seventeen. Children of divorce or a death know a deep pain, a cutting to the heart where reality twists the knife of loss and the dark powers can enter, allowing depression, escapism, compulsion and despair to overwhelm the spirit. My father was a strong man, an electrical engineer, a WWII survivor. Just when I was getting to know him as a man, cancer took him away. The hammer got me good. I learned to cry alone, run wild, drink, chase young coeds, defy authority. My mother begged me to grow up. But I lived in a stupor of avoidance. I read On Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest and declared the world insane.
Then I met a woman, the grandmother of a girl friend, who taught me how to read palms and cards. From the first time I met grandmother Harris she told me I had the calling and she was going to teach me. Joan, my girl fiend at the time, told me that grandmother Harris was always looking for the a disciple, since no one in her family seemed willing to learn these skills.
Grandmother Harris had been a member of the Theosophical Society, had both a reading and a medial diagnosis by Edgar Casey, and advocated prayer and meditation for nearly everything. Grandmother’s response to most of life’s trials was, "Lets have a cup of herbal tea." She was an enthusiastic teacher and I went wild for this knowledge. As a young undergraduate and graduate student, my tarot cards where always in my book bag. I would give reading to a small group of friends. It was a pleasant hobby and it made me feel popular and needed. One of my classmates, Helen, wouldn’t go out on a first date with a young man unless the cards were right. "Why tempt fate?" she’d say.
My second experience with my "yellow light friends" occurred in Nigeria, where I was a teacher in the Peace Corps. West Africa wasn’t called the white man’s grave yard for nothing. During the rainy season I fell ill and ran a tremendous fever of 105. Sweating like a pig and I remember thinking that a high fever wouldn’t be such a bad way to die, better than cancer. The heat just bakes you until you’re done. No pain. No shrinking and shrinking until the body is just a shell like my Dad went through with cancer. Suddenly my consciousness was with my "friends of light." We were sitting on a rotating ceiling fan right over my bed watching Hersh and David , my Peace Corps buddies, work over my sweating body with large towels that they soaked in a solution of alcohol and water. They kept washing me down trying to reduce the fever. I was pretty sure I was a goner and I felt relieved. I loved my buddies for working so hard on my body. But I was ready to become a light being.
What happened next can only be described as madness. I suddenly woke up on the bed and looked at David and Hersh.. "I’m immortal and I’ve got no time for this," I shouted. An English major, I always had lots of books around me, even in the middle of upper region of the Benue River. Leaping from the bed I raced to my book shelf, now shouting, "There are the immortal of Siddhartha and the damned of the earth." I then proceeded to go through all my books tossing them either into an enlightened pile or a damned pile. All the while David and Hersh were trying to get me to bed. Only when every book in my house had been judged enlightened or damned did I submit to going to bed, where I slept for over twenty four hours. The fever had broken. But as Hersh said, "Something happened to your head, man."
I became obsessed with sex as a union with god through a woman, got heavily in to Tantra and the significance of sexual transcendence. After living by my wits and palmistry skills in Tangier for six months I wrote what my suffering mother called a "dirty" novel about the transformation and damnation of it all. It got published. This nearly ruined me. To be twenty six with a well received novel out can cause serious ego troubles. I quit a secure teaching job to go to Los Angeles, to try to write for the TV and film industry.
Los Angeles taught me humility, for it is a big town with a huge creative community which is competitive beyond belief. I hit this town like a big bug hits a windshield, with a splat. Lots of people were published and had novels out, but never mind that, scripts were in. I had to learn a new form. I was struggling to make it as a writer, each month the rent was an ordeal.
My transition to the psychic life style came through a freelance writing assignment. VIVA Magazine interviewed me to do some freelance work. During this meeting, I told the editor, Kitty, that I could read palms. She immediately wanted a reading. Three weeks later Kitty called me with an assignment to do an article built around a palm reading of Dominique Sanda, a hot European actress. Dominique was staying with a friend, Linda, in a swank house with a long drive way in Belle Aire. I did Dominique’s reading and Linda asked for a reading as well. A week later I received a call from Linda offering to pay me to "perform" at a party.
This is where my call to be a Fortune Teller became a reality. One party lead to another. Soon my psychic income was out running my freelance writing income. The Los Angeles market for metaphysical people and ideas is huge. There are more people in L.A. who use metaphysical readers either as party entertainment or personal advisers than any other city in the U.S. Also, at that time, there were psychic fairs everywhere. All this was before the present day famous psychic phone lines advertized on TV. Now the market is flooded.
I look back affectionately on those times in L.A. when I starved as a writer and learned the craft of working with people in the metaphysical arena. Eventually I came to write about the craft of astrology, Astrology and the Games People Play, and palmistry, Romance on Your Hands. These books are still in print, unlike my youthful novel, Mad Dog Press which emerged, danced in the light of the early seventies and then sank without trace. I have written one movie that was produced, Street Soldiers. I am not proud of this film, but is kept me alive. I have written script, Behind the Dolphin’s Smile, a look at how to return captured dolphins back to the sea. This has been optioned. This Fortune Telling book seeks to present the underlying dynamic of what it is like being a reader, the process of mind and the spiritual discipline.
Since I have a Master’s Degree in Education from Harvard, my mother finds it hard to understand my life style. What am I doing with all this fancy education? I know the Harvard Alumni Association finds it difficult to understand my life style. The conservative view is that I should make my mark in a "normal" way and not stick out like some kind of soar thumb with this Hocus Pocos reading stuff.. What kind of man spends his life dressing up in a tux, cape and turban and goes to corporate parties and plays the Fortune Teller? Or, what kind of man sits in his study and uses palmistry or astrology to give advice to people? Especially when he is a certified teacher. My answer: it is my calling. I did not choose this, it chose me. Or as my pal Hersh said after my illness in Africa, "Something happened to your head, man."
The snippets of thoughts in this book will give you, the reader, the pieces of the puzzle necessary to put together your own thoughts about human nature in general, this calling, its clients, ancestors in the tradition and the true tools of the trade. It is a grand calling, an ancient endeavor, full of great minds, wonderful sacrifice and devotion. It is also a calling full of cheats and thieves. But it’s life. As in politics, the ministry, medicine, insurance salesman, to name a few, the problem is the same: buyer beware
The only proof to any spiritual enterprise is in the fruits of the labor. Every great religious and spiritual movement has this common axis: Good spirit brings good deeds. Good Spirit nurtures love. Negative creates negative, positive creates positive. Let me tell you how to read this book. Lay its words upon your heart, see if its truths or ironies brings you to any greater understanding. This book has been written upon the bare rock of my experience. Take what buoys you up. Take what love you find here.

Why to be Cautious: The Fortune Teller should never let negativism get the best of him. There is always the possibility that even the most gloomy declaration or prediction may turn out utterly wrong. Consequently the wise will remember the limitations of accuracy even when the call seems obvious. Give even bad news a silver lining.
Metaphorically I have seen the crippled to walk, the blind to see, the leper to heal. Why? Because nothing is stronger than the human will. Most people do not really use their will. Will is deeper than volition. Most of us try to live a productive life, but it is the exception who wills themselves to a great life. People whose will is this strong have it deeply sutured to the marrow of spine (thus we say they have "back bone") They rise above their astrological chart, their cards, their numerology.
Therefore in giving a reading, the fortune teller must always balance predictive thinking by appealing to the will of the individual to transcend whatever hard ships or challenges that brought them to seek your advice. Encourage them to look for positive signs, even in the most distressing circumstances.
A client was once afraid of asking his boss for a raise. He could never bring himself to it. The time was never right. The timing of his astrological chart seemed flat, but I still encouraged him to look for a sign for the best time to go for the raise. If he looked for a sign, a sign would come, I assured him. Later I got a call. He had asked the boss for a raise and got it. How did this come to pass? I asked. While driving his way back to his home office, he made all the traffic lights. Elated from his good luck with the traffic lights he felt such a burst of confidence and luck that he just candidly asked his boss for his raise. See how little it takes to start turning one’s life around!
Death: The more the fortune teller works within the realm of life and avoids predicting death the better. Prophesying death is an inaccurate business in the first place, morbid in the second and, third, has a negative effect on everyone involved. I know of no readers of merit who do not have a faith in a type of spiritual life after death. Death is but a passing over to a greater spiritual reality. The spirituality of the reader can make the difference between a metaphysical counseling experience that fosters personal growth or a sadistic/masochistic looking into the grave which gives a depressing sense of predestination, even nothingness.
Make it a point to steer clear of readers eager to predict death, illness or the end of the world. I once received a frantic call from a man who was told he would die at age forty-five. It was written in his hand, a palm reader had told him some years ago. Now he was forty-five and quite upset. It was as if he was living his own horror movie. At forty-five he would die. God was unfair, he wanted to live longer! I met with him and re-examined his palm and he’s still going strong. The point is to remember how frightened a little "prediction" could make a grown man. He went into spiritual hyper-ventilation because of mean spirited reader.
Fate: Most people see fate as a series of divine threads, running through their world. The cultural God just pulls these threads and they dance to the tune, praying to keep this inscrutable God happy. Other people see the deity as so impersonal that there is no way to communicate with it. Life is a roller coaster of blind events banging into each other. There is no life after death, only a dim chemical immortality as we return to dust.
To this Fortune Teller fate is a combination of the dice and the spirit. (Remember soldiers played dice at the death of Jesus.) We humans are all born with givens. Some say that our soul chose our givens from metaphysical codes before birth. Who can say ? Still we are born with heights and weights, eye color, intelligence, instincts--the givens of the luck of the dice at birth. It is like a game of backgammon. The dice rule, but the best players always win in an open contest. Why? Good players make the best choices in each situation.. Encourage clients to see that it is the choices they make that will enable them to move toward their goals. Encourage a spiritual point of view.
The will power necessary to make good decisions is strengthened every time one makes a decision.. Unfortunately most clients have no taste for developing will power or the spiritual insight. They have a deep desire for some type of giant miracle. They want good luck now. They want their "fate to change." It will prove to them that God is a good god. And they want a Fortune Teller who will assure them that just down the road a little bit they will receive the greatest luck . They want lotto numbers, the names of horses at the track.
Knowing spiritually what your nature is and having the will to make the decisions to live your life according to that spirit is usually too hard for a lot of people. Yet it was not too hard for a client we’ll call Jill who took control of her life.
Jill knew her husband was having an affair at work. He was discreet, but it bothered her. She could go on playing like she didn’t care which was painful, because "everyone knew." She could try (again) counseling. Or she could sue for divorce and enter into the fight of her life, since her husband had a law degree would come at her with all the dirty tricks imaginable. She was frightened, intimidated by his brusk manner when he wanted his way. But her spirit told her that she had to be free of this man and his infidelity if she was ever to grow. It took her nearly a year to opt for the divorce, which turned out to be a battle royal, as her husband hid assets, fought his child support and played games with the books at his law office.
Still being free was the best choice. Jill emerged bloodied, but head high. She gained self respect, she looked the monster in the eyes and generated the act of will to slay it. Jill now lives in a smaller house, but has an honest boy friend and is growing at her own pace into a person of her own creation.
 
Revenge: Second only to wanting good luck for themselves, many clients desire to wish bad luck on their enemies. The reader must never get involved in revenge acts such as magic portents, charms, or spells. Even if the target is the worst dead beat dad, wife beater or common low life, the light of self respect is always the way of the good Fortune Teller. Getting involved in revenge only draws on the negative powers, which become a black hole sucking us in.
Beware of readers who claim that they can put a negative spell on a lost husband, back stabbing friend, or greedy, cheating family member. They are darkness itself. They will take your money and run, they will reach right into your soul and demand a price. They will show you no scruples and they have no mercy.
A client, Wanda, came to see me after a horrifying experience with a negative reader. Originally Wanda wanted to put a spell on her soon to be divorced husband.. He had cheated badly on his financial statements and needed punishment, pain for the money he kept from her. She found a storefront reader who claimed to be able to "roast his balls" for $500. Three thousand dollars later, the husband was still obnoxious and the revenge reader wanted still more money for her retaliation spells and was now threatening the woman with spells on her if she didn’t pay up.
The Wanda looked pale and drawn, sleep deprived as she talked about her revenge ordeal. Her eyes were dark, she skin had no luster. Worse she genuinely feared the "magic" of the dark reader. It took serious prayer and a restraining order against the "bad news" reader to get this situation straightened out.

Feng Shui seems to be a wonderful art of understanding the flow energy through a room or building and how to make the environment actually aligned with this "chi" and make it more supportive and inspiring to create harmony.

I particularly like the chart of three squared and the chi concepts built on it. I have spent many an enjoyable hour from time to time just working with the conceptual implications. You must understand the Three Square format and the use of thecompass, then off you go, developing your own experience and your own awareness of the art of reading a particular environment and its energy. Do go for it.

Why to be Cautious: The Reader of Fortunes, no matter what the method, should never let negativism get the best of him. There is always the possibility that even the most gloomy declaration or prediction may turn out utterly wrong. Consequently the wise will remember the limitations of accuracy even when the call seems obvious. Give even bad news a silver lining.

Metaphorically I have seen the crippled to walk, the blind to see, the leper to heal. Why? Because nothing is stronger than the human will. Most people do not really use their will. Will is deeper than volition. Most of us try to live a productive life, but it is the exception who wills themselves to a great life. People whose will is this strong have it deeply sutured to the marrow of spine (thus we say they have “back bone”) They rise above their astrological chart, their cards, their numerology.
Therefore in giving a reading, the fortune teller must always balance predictive thinking by appealing to the will of the individual to transcend whatever hard ships or challenges that brought them to seek your advice. Encourage them to look for positive signs, even in the most distressing circumstances.
A client was once afraid of asking his boss for a raise. He could never bring himself to it. The time was never right. The timing of his astrological chart seemed flat, but I still encouraged him to look for a sign for the best time to go for the raise. If he looked for a sign, a sign would come, I assured him. Later I got a call. He had asked the boss for a raise and got it. How did this come to pass? I asked. While driving his way back to his home office, he made all the traffic lights. Elated from his good luck with the traffic lights he felt such a burst of confidence and luck that he just candidly asked his boss for his raise. See how little it takes to start turning one’s life around!

In 2003, especially in the equinox time of late September and early October, I began to realize that I could hear two distinct sounds in the voices of the people around me. The primary sound was that of the vocal vibrations, making words and expressing emotions. But on a deeper level I started to hear a spiritual child. Interpreting this voice is like dealing with the grunts and coos of a baby.
Remember when you communicated with your child in nonverbal interpretations of sounds? You could tell if the baby was hungry, needed changing, or was hurting from a tooth! Often you would surprise your friends by saying something when the baby cried. "She needs a burp," you'd say and everyone would wonder how you knew that from what seemed to be an incomprehensible cry.
This is the key to listening to the spirit in the voice. Listen deeply in the voice and you will hear the inner child. You may hear a metallic sound and realize that the inner child was stuck in cycle of emotional repression. I was counseling a woman once whose inner voice reminded me of steel. On the surface she was trying to be mellow, but I kept telling her that I was hearing something deeper which wasn't happy. She denied any sadness for a while and then admitted that men had always let her down and her new job was what it was described to be. It turned out that her father had been an alcoholic and had always lied to her.

This lady needed to work on trust issues. What trust is realistic, what is blind questing for betrayal. Get more of your negative daddy fix by blindly trusting an hoping. Someday he'll do what he says, someday. Avoid betrayal by working on the points that lead to a wrong path. You can hear them but you don't want to hear them, it's Daddy.

If any of Beam's readers are also working with this verbal and spiritual technique, please let me know. We could share different approaches to working with this valuable tool. To me it seems easier to do than reading auras and is something that can be more easily taught. I welcome your response.


Spencer Grendahl
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