Saint Sava (saint_sava) wrote,
Saint Sava

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MS found crumpled up in a shoe found by the side of Interstate 40.

... My Name is Sonta and I have been exposed to the challenging world of psychism for almost 33 years now, 8 of which is in the telephone psychicline world. The question of the day is, Is this a real job? Is this really legal? What will my family and friends think? and I am sure that your list goes on and on because many years ago, mine sure did.
Addressing the first point, "is this a real job"? Yes. This is a real, paying work at home job. There are a few points of interests as in any other self employed enterprise that you will need to take into consideration.
First and foremost, you will only make money at this position if you are willing to make yourself pick up the phone and log on. Granted, taking those few first calls or making it through the first payperiod can be very emotionally draining while adjusting to the position. This is why bookstore managers really need to be supportive and understanding as is in the case of Magical Visions--- And believe me, we all have went through the "adjustment phase" ...

It seems to me that psychics would have less concern than the populace at large with the concepts of determining whether a job in telefortunetelling (teledukkeri ?) is legit and being concerned about what friends and family might think; it's hard to imagine anybody who asserts that they were Charlemagne's lover in a previous life being squeamish about being an operator at Spiritual 411 in this one.
The prevailing spirit in fortune-telling today is not one of sensitivity but of fragility: emaciated Earth Mothers walking down the streets, their ice-blue eyes fixed in "here-comes-the-flood" terror, acting far more like motherless children than the Old Souls they profess to be.
This is why I find Miss Cleo such a better role-model than any televangelist. Whereas the pulpit-masters are regarded as Judas-goat in sacrificial lamb's wool, Miss Cleo seems more of a genuine throwback, distinct even from her own kind: a scarry-knuckled golem of a Cajun who carries the ghosts of slavery in a knapsack slung over her shoulder, possessed of the grace of brute-force. She's beautiful, and when she smiles, it's a smile even Magnus von Magnussen couldn't lift: a thousand pounds of concrete honesty.
And here's the thing. What she's preaching isn't the truth, but it's no more a lie -- it's strength, which she's based on the reality that people aren't calling for answers at all.

So then. If you can cast the Runes, or can talk of past lives, or possess the secrets of the Tarot -- that is to say, if you're skilled in verbal three-card monte but are willing to let your customer deal -- you might just be the golem that rolls back somebody's tombstone. It pays $9 to $11 an hour; not much, but hey, you know you can't take it with you. Lyava chipas tikera!

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