Psychic Rhiannon Paille

There's no room in the world for good guys. For the last few years I've conducted my business with myriads of female clients all with different problems relating to males. Some of them are going through relationship cycles, some are holding out for long love loves or soulmates, others are traipsing their way through the hot and cold battle with a man who just doesn't get it and others are trying to better understand their man so that they can be there for him in a greater capacity. Most of them want the same thing, a man that loves and cherishes them and sees all that they are doing for him. They want him to wake up and smell the coffee, they want him to call when he promises to call, and they want him to be affectionate, sensitive and independant.

The funny thing is that it's never the men calling me, it's always the women worried about their man. The men on the other hand seem to think they have it all figured out for the most part. They think they know what they're doing, and what they want, or at least they did up until recently. 

Lately I've been seeing a new type of client fit into my clientele, and that is the confused male. I'm suddenly finding men who are actually plagued by the same problems that the women are plagued by! Interesting to see the shoe on the other foot, and interesting to see that there's no real difference between the stress levels, the wants, the desires, and even the problems they're having with the woman. As it turns out, the women can be just as bad as the men they're always complaining about!

I digress however because when I have had the pleasure of reading for a man, and specifically tapping into the female mind, I have noticed that there is a huge problem with the way women view men.

Women talk three times more than men do, that's actually a fact, and since most of us have a man in our lives, it's just natural that we would talk about him. The problem is that we've all created a stereotype of a male, and believe me, he's not Fabio, he's more like Homer Simpson. That's right, currently the stereotypical male is someone that is fat, lazy, stupid, dirty, arrogant, ignorant, insensitive, insecure, childish, self centered, interested only in sex, and needy.

I suppose we can blame it on the feminist movements in the past few decades, the equalization of women in the workplace, the supermoms of the world who run the household, cook, clean, take care of the kids and work a part time job. We can blame it on all the bitter women in the world who actually happened to know a man who was the epitomy of above, we can even blame it on movies and television. At the end of the day though, we have nobody to blame but ourselves. 

Men have lost their place in the world, they're not expected to be the bread winners, nor are they expected to look after children, repair their houses, cook, clean or do laundry. They're not even expected to drive their own vehicles.Men in today's society really don't know where they fit. They can spend their whole lives trying to climb the corporate ladder, but there's ten times the competition there used to be due to all the females and all the minority groups in need of success in the world.

We wonder why men treat women badly, why they whine and complain all the time, why they feel like instant failures no matter what they do, well take a look at what they're up against!

Men have lost their respect in the world, they've lost their power, they've lost their personal security, and they've lost themselves.Men feel useless because women have become so independant, so strong and so self reliant.

Next time you feel the need to criticize your man, take a minute to step back and ask yourself if it's really justified. Are you jumping to conclusions? Are you trying to nip some type of bad behaviour in the bud? Are you reacting because of the stereotypes? Or are you just upset that he's being a man and doing what men do? Sometimes we need to give them the benefit of the doubt, sometimes we need to let them be the providers they used to be, and sometimes we need to give them the respect and dignity they deserve.

- Rhi

Aug 6 - 9: Went down to Chicago for a comic book convention, pizza and shopping. Found a neat Occult Bookstore out there, but all the good stuff wasn't for sale

August 10th - 27th: Worked and work and work some more. I don't remember anything that happened inbetween that because I worked.

August 28th - 30th: Trip to Toronto for yet another convention, and a side trip to Niagara Falls. Niagara falls was well worth it, need to bring the kids next time, they would love it, lots of arcades and game places, lots of haunted houses and restaurants, and attractions. We stayed at the hotel right on the falls, ate the Hard Rock Cafe, and had ourselves a fine time Oooh, we also visited the Butterfly conservatory and that was something, 2000 butterflies in a dome, it was awesome. I bought some t-shirts with butterflies on them that say Niagara Falls, couldn't resist, for once they had girl style shirts that didn't have something cheesy printed on them. 

Now it's back to work, long weekend and long everything, lots of work to do, working on costuming for this year's local comic con . . . I'll put up some pics after it for you to see!

My birthday is coming up this Thursday, August 6th!

And every year my best friend and her husband have a sort of "everyone they know" party on August long weekend.

So my and my husband go, we bring my cake, and some other goodies for the party and we prepare for an interesting night.

Our friends are interesting people, very into the GLBT community, both of them do drag, and their friends are of quite the mix!

So I already knew going into the game that people would be checking me out.

Which was why I decided to have a drink. I figured the alcohol would numb my telepathy enough that when the guys and girls were staring at me I could just not hear it!

That didn't work as well as I had planned.

There was maybe 2oz. of alcohol in the one drink I had.

But I found out what happens to an empath in a room full of drunk people . . . 

I acted like I had drank a 24 of Vodka by myself in less than 10 minutes.

I was dizzy . . . and I lost my coordination . . . and I was apparently really hyper . . .

I tried to meditate to make it go away, and that made it worse . . .

Apparently the alcohol lowered my shields, so while I couldn't hear anything due to the dizziness in my head, I was also picking up on everyone else's psychological drunken buzz.

O M G

I felt so embarrassed the whole time . . . I kept apologizing to people, and telling them I only had one drink . . .

Of course I got hit on anyways, and I told all of them off.

My husband asked me who I was flirting with later on, apparently he saw me standing somewhere talking to a guy. 

I said, "Oh you mean the guy who asked me which one my husband was? Yeah, I told him you were the one in the suit, and that you didn't just look like you'd kill him." He responded with, "Well . . . all I can say is WOW, so long as I don't get any closer." and I said, "You're really lucky I can't read your mind right now." and he said, "Yeah, yeah I am . . ."

And then I changed the subject and we talked about our kids and our pets, and he stopped coming onto me. 

Towards the end of the night a lot of people left, and so I sobered up. I just drank a ton of water in the intermittent, and ate some food, and some cake . . .

I was still kinda tipsy when they brought out the cake, and the whole room started chanting BLOW, BLOW BLOW BLOW!

Uhhhh . . . . another moment where I was kinda glad I couldn't read anyone's mind!!

When we left we took a walk around the block first to let the energies detach themselves from me naturally . . . and when I was back to me, I asked how bad it was. 

He said it was pretty bad . . . and we agreed that next time we go to a party like that, I'm just gonna have to put up with the thought patterns, cuz apparently dodging those for the empathic shock was NOT a good idea!

One saving grace though, my friend Cheryl is quite the student, I couldn't figure out how I had gotten so drunk (very hard to figure out what is going on when your head is spinning) and she said, "Are you sure you're not picking up on everyone else's drunkenness?" and I just looked at her and went, "OMG YESSS!!!"

*hangs head*

I'm smarter than that though, I should have known that was going to happen . . .

Namaste,

Rhiannon

"Well you came in with the breeze, on Sunday Morning, you sure have changed since yesterday, without any warning. I thought I knew you, whoa, but I got a new view, I thought I knew you well . . . "

All I did was take out the garbage . . . and Stirfry went outside . . . like she always does.

Around noon a frantic knock comes at my door, it's my neighbor, "Your cat just got hit!"

I come staggering out of the house without my shoes on.

She's bleeding from the nose . . . his wife has her, is petting her, and trying to keep her calm.

The person who hit her didn't stop.

The neighbor had moved her from the street to the grass.

I brought her inside, and got a towel . . . tried to stop the bleeding, but then noticed that her jaw was broken.

The Animal Hospital . . .

When they got to the part about the feeding tube, and the potential lung and heart damage . . . I knew it was too late.

I couldn't make the decision though, not the executive decision, I was all alone, my husband was on a plane home, not expected back until that night . . . and this was his cat, he had to decide, to try . . . or to let her go.

She wasn't just a cat, she was the guardian cat, we treated her the way Egyptians treated their cats, and she acted like it too. She meowed when the food was empty, when water was empty, when litter boxes were full, when the other cats fought, when the kids fought, when she wanted milk, or a treat, or outside.

Everyday she would be waiting for me in the backyard when I got home . . . and every morning she was in my bed for cuddles . . .

We could understand her perfectly, she wasn't just some cat, she was  . . . like a human being.

So I went home, and she's at the hospital hanging on for her life . . .

He finally calls me from Denver, between the connecting flights . . . and tells me to just do it, and get it done before he lands.

And now the world feels kinda spinny . . . and while I know life will go on as per the usual, what about the down times? The sad times? She used to come and sit by me when me I was sad . . . my heart hurts . . .

Namaste,

Rhiannon

About three years ago I was shopping at a Salvation Army when I ran into my old childhood friend Marni.

She was working there part time for some extra cash.

It had been years since we had talked, and there I was with my husband and my kids, and it was nice to get ahold of her again.

She was still with her parents, her phone number still the same as when we were kids.

So I'm browsing the racks, finding skirts and shirts that I like, and I happen to pull out this yellow top.

I tried it on and then put it back on the rack with the other stuff I wasn't getting.

I turned to Marni who was organizing the clothes and said, "You know, yellow doesn't mesh with me well, I can never find a yellow shirt I look good in."

She turns to me and says, "I don't think it's that you don't suit yellow, I just don't think you've found the right yellow shirt."

The right yellow shirt? Could there be such a thing!?

I left pondering the question, it had a lot more meaning for me than just the yellow shirt thing, what about other things I didn't like? Maybe it wasn't that I didn't like those things, but that I hadn't found the right kinds of those things to learn to like them.

I guess the same could be said about people too, some people will say they don't like people for a variety of reasons, they're jerks, or lazy, or they're not your physical type . . . a lot of people have an ideal image of their perfect man and often times they end up with someone else. Maybe we need to realize that just because we don't like every jerk in the world, doesn't mean that there isn't the "right kind of jerk" for us.

Funny philosophy to say the least, and ever since she said that I have this weird thing about the yellow section at Value Village . . . like for some reason I'm always searching for the right yellow shirt!

Took me awhile, but last night I finally found it.

It's canary yellow, v-neck, and thick cotton, it's very very comfortable.

So I guess she was right after all, yellow does mesh very well with me, I just had to find the "right" yellow shirt.

Namaste,

Rhiannon

The charity garage sale for the Rainbow Society happened on the weekend, and it was a big success, and a big flop all at once!

So here is how I spent the last three days, for everyone who was wondering why I wasn't online.

Friday I had literally three hours to work, between 12 and 3, and so I worked hard, and then skipped off with the kids to a local bookstore that had 60 boxes of books for the garage sale.

I loaded them up in my van and then stole one of their employees to help me unload them at the store.

My husband owns a comic, toy, gaming, and anime store. It's all collectibles and cool stuff.

That took 2 loads.

Then I drove home and waited for volunteers to show up. Three vehicles came, 2 vans and a car. We loaded up all 4 vehicles once, and only managed to get half the stuff from my house to the store.

We loaded the store up, quite literally removing any little space we had to move in the store in the first place.

I'm sure the fire marshall would have had a heart attack.

We did load 2, and left 2 of the vans loaded, so we could drop them off at the parking lot in the morning.

4 hours of sleep later . . .

The 2 vans showed up, and then a car, and then an SUV . . . and we got all the stuff from the store to the parking lot in a couple of hours, and then began the big set up for it. So many boxes, so much stuff . . . . omg omg omg.

Somehow we managed to set up a tent too, and a table, and got drinks, and sold those too . . .

And then halfway through the day I drained the battery in my van and needed to call for a boost.

Brilliant eh?

We sold a lot though, almost all our big stuff went, and a ton of little stuff that was just worthless to begin with.

It was a success!

That and meeting the volunteer coordinator from the Rainbow Society was amazing too. I'm excited to be collaborating with them this year for comic con.

The end of the day was the worst though, nobody came back to help us tear down! So at the end of the day we had MY VAN . . . . and that was it. A car came back and did 2 loads to the sally ann, and then the SUV came and helped, but they were late . . . and so it took us 4 hours to tear down this poor garage sale.

I had to take 3 trips to the sally ann with stuff . . .and I had to watch the people picking it up for free and the bums stealing the cans of spray paint for sniffing . . .

So on Sunday I was a mess and a half.

I didn't hurt, but I felt like rubber and I was very tired.

I always do this, I set myself up to do all this physical manual labor, which I don't usually do, and then when it's over, I crash. The crash wasn't too bad this time.

What was bad was having my abilities on auto pilot and not being able to sleep it off. Everytime I closed my eyes I would randomly see someone, or hear someone, or see something happening, and then it became this cacophonic wave of nonsense, and it kept me up.

I couldn't read like that, sorry but I'm not going to submit my clients to me feeling delirious and half asleep and drained. Not fun for anyone, though I'm sure the perceptions would have been really strong, I just didn't want to hurt myself.

So I am back today and feeling only a little better. My hubby left for San Diego with the guys for a week and so I'm alone until Sunday.

I miss him already.

Namaste,

Rhi

Officially breeched 4000 ratings a couple days ago.

Odd to think that just a year ago I had breeched 3000.

And each year that passes, is another milestone for me.

I'm actually turning 25 this year.

Funny to see where I am now compared to 5 years ago. 5 year ago I never would have thought I could end up here.

But yet, here I am . . .makes me wonder where I'll be 5 years from now . . .

Apparently deadlines mean nothing to artists.

I've asked a couple if they could do a cover for my book and so the only reason it'll be released late is because the artists who should be working on the cover for the book are off partying and doing other things.

I thought if people wanted to get paid for their craft that meant working for their craft!

Then again, I asked someone who I thought would be perfect for the job and got turned down because . . . oh no wait, that person has personal life problems and can't do art right now . . .uhhhhh . . .

I'm really just hoping to have something done by August so that I can actually focus on other things, type setting and formatting this book isn't the easiest thing to do and I'd like to have a copy of it in my hands soon and to do that I need something to put on the cover.

Something other than the standard stars and clouds . . . I attempt not to be blunt with people who think being psychic means we have to start using nebulas, the sun, egyptian and other such symbols to describe it. I mean sure, let's just put a crystal ball on the front of the book, or better yet, someone in gypsy clothing!

I'd like to put something awesome and drawing like an eye with symbols or something but it cannot be cheesy! Half the things you find in the psychic world are cheesy, and frankly, I'd like my book to show that it's somewhat professional, I mean without going over the top and putting some picture of a woman in a board room on it. There's boring, and then there's respectable and mystical all the same.

So with that, the deadline was yesterday, and I have nothing, and all I asked for was an eye . . . yet apparently the eyes of the artists can't seem to get their eyes around it!

Blah, I'm gonna try to focus on someone else's personal life today in hopes that I can help them sort out their problems rather than worrying about my own.

Namaste,

Rhiannon

You know, I really couldn't believe it last night when I finally got to leave the house at 8pm to go workout, that the gym closes at 9pm!

I don't understand why the gym should have summer hours, I mean I understand it's easier for people to be active outside, but if the gym is going to charge the same monthly fee for the summer months then what's the point of having the summer hours?

I personally noticed nothing different. Sure I could have dusted off the bike in the shed and gone for a ride, but I have no helmet, and so I thought the eliptical was probably safer.

I'm not a big fan of being limited. Haha, understatement of the decade! But, this just makes me kinda annoyed. I pay a membership fee for a gym that I can't workout in during the summer, because they close early, and I can't make it there early. I could go outside like everyone else, but in all honesty, who would pay to go to a gym, only to do their exercise outside in the hot sun?

Hmmm . . . I think if they're gonna have summer hours, then they should also have summer pricing, I mean it's only fair, if you give people less opportunity to workout, then you should also charge them less . . . that would compensate for all the time they skip the gym and simply go outside, wouldn't it?

Okay, I need to get off the soap box today before my head explodes.

Namaste,

Rhiannon

I'm eventually gonna make a video about me, and give you the whole Psychic Rhiannon life scoop.

I was thinking about doing this candid, but there's so much life to talk about that I really would have to cut and paste what made the greatest impacts.

That and then how do I explain myself without sounding fluffy?

I've also been watching other psychic videos online and wow, they're really horrid. Go ahead and search youtube, live person and see what comes up. It's scary.

So I've been writing a couple of things, and when I come up with the full flow for the video then I will post the vid.

Just know that I haven't forgotten about it, I just don't want you sitting here watching me talk for like 30 minutes or something!

Namaste,

Rhiannon