I get flustered by very little (most times). But I get really emotionally de-railed when I'm around someone claiming to be psychic. Any thoughts on that? I mean, it really causes something to well-up in me. Its rather unnerving.
It could be from Jealousy or something that you find to be completely and utterly unbelieveable.
they havwe a good point but maybe it is just the fear or knowing your future. many people dont want to know anyhtink about it incase it might be bad,and they are scared of that. i am, which sucks for me. or maybe your afriad they will know somthin about you that you didnt want them to., i know lots about my friends and they didnt even have to tell me. its really sad and terible stuff and i dont blame them for not telling me.
It's illogical to get upset about superstitions. Psychics have an overall track record that closely tracks random chance and card reading is so pathetic it's hardly worth commenting.
You could be a psychic yourself. Perhaps you can sense that they're logging on to your mind and reading you secrets. There are real psychics. I just don't think they're the ones that advertise. If you don't believe in psychics, just let it go. Imagine them as children hungry for attention.
Well I don't like to go there because I have a Bibical thing on Psychics and card readers.like the story about Endor the Witch Saul contacted.BUTmany moons ago my mother wanted to go to a card reader. She believed in them. I wasn't wild about the idea, however I agreed to go. The lady didn't really tell my mom much and she was disappointed. I go in and should have stayed out I guess. She did tell me through a grocery store encounter I would meet and marry a man called Jerry. I thought rightI lived in a small rural area and knew one guy named Jerry.younger, the dad of my son's friend. Well about a year rolled by this girl who worked at the local grocery store and I became friends.we went out on my bday with my cousin and then in March she invited us to meet her and her date at a dance in SA. Well guess what.her brother had just moved back from 20 years in California.his name Jerry. I looked at him and thought what the lady said, blew it off.we dated, a year and a half later we married. He died 2 years ago Sept 19 of Cancer. Well that wasn't the only thing the lady told me.she said my mom would die at the age of 69 and so would I. Not quite two years before my mom turned 69 she was diagnosed with terminal colon cancer. I ask her if she remembered what that woman told me and how she knew? Well she was wrong mom turned 69 on July 31, and didn't die until Sept. 26 at age 70.but it was almost too close for comfort. As for me, I die when I die.and maybe she's right and maybe she's wrong. I don't go to them anymore and have no desire to. Some things are simply best unknown.
