Psychic Rhiannon Paille

There seems to be a growing obsession with this game, as though each and every psychic is completely incapable of assisting clients unless their abilities have been test driven by the client.

There's many ways it has happened to me in sessions, either the client simply wants to abuse the connect before hiring policy I have by extending it far beyond the verification I give them, or they quite bluntly tell me they need me to connect first, or even worse, tell me they'd like to test me first.

I find it ironic because in each and every session I do I am being tested, everyday. Not to mention the fact that I've been tested by three different psychic certification agencies, all who have told me I have strong capabilities. Then there's also the years of experience behind me, the close to 4000 ratings and of course the education in Metaphysics.

I can't say that the game is fair, and this is for a good reason. It's the fact that any other professional is trusted based on their qualifications hanging on the wall. You don't go to a doctor and decide you need to test them before they help you heal, nor do you do it to the dentist, the psychologist, the plumber, the technician or even the mechanic! You're more likely to be turned down than helped in the long run.

It's just plain rude to take advantage of anyone that is offering their time, their expertise, their insight, and their guidance. It's hard enough to find someone in this world that is willing to help someone out, willing to listen, willing to be there. The least one can do is be grateful for it and give something in return for that person's generosity.

I personally value my gifts and my ability to help others with it. I live by the philosophy of Dr. Mikao Usui, the founder of Reiki. In his biography he explains that when he originally founded the healing energies, he went straight to those in the most dire need, healing them and helping them to improve their lives by working, instead of begging. He found that through the healing work he did, these people were able to improve their lives. Dr. Usui moved on to others that needed healing because so many were in need.

However, months, sometimes even weeks later, the same people were back in the gutter, living the same life they had been freed from. Dr. Usui learned the lesson that anything that does not have a value to it, is not valued. These people did not have to work for their freedom, they didn't need to pay for it, and so living a free life was no more to them than a free lunch.

The philosophy that developed was the understanding that when anything is given, an exchange must occur. Both parties must benefit from the exchange. Sometimes this came across as trade, but most commonly it became monetary exchange for services. The bottom line however is that any services, or goods that are not valued enough by the owner to have a price tag attached them, will not be valued at all by any others that take advantage of those services or goods. Basically, anything free is worthless to everyone, whether owner or receiver.

Unfortunately in today's world, greed has taken many people over. Since the world went into a recession, people have become monsters, believing that all companies should have a sale on, that the government should magickally fix the problem and make everyone wealthy. People are brainwashed by the belief that they deserve to have a few free handouts. The only result is that they've lost respect for the world around them. There is no longer a balance of giving and receiving. Instead of being part of the solution, they are adding to the problem. 

In my world, that obsession comes across as the test the psychic game. The game where all the answers come free without hire, and the client leaves with a hollow satisfaction that will only add to their misery in the long run.

The simple truth of it is that we're all a victim of the same problem. The fault doesn't fall on the doctor, the dentist, or the mechanic, it falls on every one of us. The only way to restore the balance is to restore the sanctity of giving and receiving. Giving to others what we can, in order to receive that which we need. By doing so, we restore our respect in the world, we make another person's day brighter, and we get that much closer to the glory days we were so used to living in. 

Truly there is no need for the game, who I am hasn't been changed by the unfortunate state of the world. I'm still here to help people realize that the happiness they long for, can be found in time with hard work, dedication and patience. Similarly, as I have not changed, neither has my integrity or my beliefs. I still believe that anything that is not valued is worthless, and I still believe that what I offer is very valuable.

I'd like to invite you to take a closer look at your actions this month, and see for yourself how many times you think of giving something to someone, versus receiving. You may be surprised by yourself, and you may realize that it's time to find the balance again.

Namaste,

Rhiannon

I got married.

It seems almost moot to talk about it now after the flowers, the night out, and the champagne.

June 26th, 2004, I married my soulmate in my backyard.

It was an interesting day. We had a small number of people attending the ceremony, I had a maid of honor, and Michael had a best man.

I wore a burgundry dress because it was pretty.

I look horrible in white.

We said our vows under the cover of 4 tall elm trees in our backyard.

Then we went inside and ate a cake we bought, and ate food we cooked, and drank champagne other people brought, and had a good time.

It's amazing how things have changed since then. We've made new friends, and old friends have gone away.

We've become bigger people, more successful people, and throughout it all, we remained in love.

That's the most important part for me, 5 years, and I'm still in love.

Namaste,

Rhiannon

I lost this song nine years ago . . . I remember exactly when I originally heard it. I had been forced to do modern dance in drama class in grade 11, and it would have gone better if there weren't poisonous people around who thought I was a hilariously awkward psycho.

I fell behind in the class due to that actually.

But to make up for it, I heard the song from this mix CD, and it was called Gamen - The Vulture. I always assumed that the band was Gamen, the song was The Vulture, and I created a rather strenous modern / contemporary dance routine to it.

I later performed it for the teacher, and well, it was really bad from what I can recall.

I passed the class due to the extra work, creativity, etc. etc. but in all honesty, I never wanted to make an idiot of myself on stage again.

So I let it go, but the song was inspirational and amazing, and years later I tried to find it to no avail. This was during the napster / kazaa phase, but nobody had the song.

I tried again a few years later and then gave up. I even found the teacher again but she didn't have the CD.

Recently, I wanted to find some new music, and the song popped into my head. I thought I should give it a try and lo and behold, the video for the song is up on youtube now!

Turns out it was by a band called Garmarna, and the song title is Gamen which means "The Vulture".

I'm so happy to have this awesome little piece of music back in my life, and if you would like to listen to it, I'd love you to hear it. It's got a Celtic / Rock feel to it, and it's amazing!

Namaste,

Rhiannon

When being different doesn't help.

I pulled Sapphyre out of another day care.

Why this time?

It was pretty clear as we were leaving and I was thinking about her going for a bath when we got home. I hadn't said anything to her but she looked at me as we were walking to the van and said,

"Mommy, I don't want to have a bath!"

*sigh*

I reassured her, but I'm still upset over the fact that she gets singled out at day care for being different. Her teachers complain about little things, like sunscreen, clothing, and her aversions to certain things.

She's just a special child, you would think enough of them were being born that one wouldn't make such an impact on people.

What hurts more is that I can't change this.

I can see her future, her lonely childhood stretched out ahead of her, other kids avoiding her because she's odd, because her mommy and daddy are different.

I'm so mad that she's going to spend the summer at home, away from her friends. I hate isolating her, but it was clear today that she cannot continue to be subjected to a toxic atmosphere.

I hope kindergarten is a more positive experience for her.

I hope the world will not ostacize her for her differences, for her absurdities.

Ugh, in all honesty, there are days when being different just sucks.

Namaste,

Rhiannon

Oh what I wouldn't give for hot air that blows properly in a cylinder that holds my clothes.

I am incredibly tired right now. I would like to sleep, but my blankets are not dry.

I set them drying at 2pm this afternoon. Set them on a second round around 4pm, then a third around 7pm, then a fourth around 10 . . .

And there are more clothes getting moldy in the meantime.

That and around this time I start getting visions. Yeah, one hazzard of precognition, it's attached to premonition, and so if I'm falling asleep, I am right at the crux between controlling my ability to see the future, and randomly seeing the future of the last person I talked to.

The last person was my best friend Bella, and we were talking about dreams she recently had . . . those dreams were prophetic dreams about her future.

They weren't nice dreams either . . . not scary, but not nice either.

I hope she dreams about her own future and I dream about something else . . . but it's not likely.

I sincerely hope that I can soon rid of myself of this god awful dryer, and get myself a maytag.

I need zzzzzzzzz . . . .

Goodnight,

Rhiannon

Have you gone to the movies lately? If so, you've probably seenthe commercials they show on screen in the "preshow", and maybe you'veseen this one! I personally was there to see the new Wolverine movie,and I have to say it was pretty good.

I actually forget which media outlet was running this, but the question wassimple: If you could have a super power, which would you have and why?

The answers varied from people who wanted to fly so they didn't have to payairfare, people who wanted to control time so they could sleep in,people who could manifest money, people who wanted to become invisible,to people who wanted to be able to teleport, and so on and so forth.

Then FINALLY someone said it!

"I think I'd like to be able to read minds or see the future."

I had to hold myself down from laughing. I leaned towards myhusband and repeated it sarcastically in his ear because I found thisrather ironic.

Since when was being psychic considered a super power!?

Betteryet, why on earth do all these movies portray superheroes wearing funnylooking costumes, chasing after some mega bad guy, and using theircrazy mutated super powers to do it!?

Why do they evencall them powers!? I don't like to think I have more power than thenext person, I'm just here to help, and to be quite honest with you, Idon't think of myself as a super hero, and I don't go chasing after badguys with super frog tongue powers!

I also love howmost of them got their abilities, bit by a spider, crash landed fromanother planet, born into a world of mutants - wait! Does that make mea mutant!?

I mean none of these peoplejust woke up one day and felt something, they all had some disastrousthing happen to them, some traumatic experience, and then they proceedto run around the world looking for others like them, creating covertmissions to take down the ones that ended up with all the bad abilities(I'm not even gonna go there because most of the bad guys ended up withsome pretty gross powers) and then they are heralded for saving theworld!

It truly boggles my mind howpsychic ability suddenly became a super power, something that onlysuperheroes possess, and something only seen in movies and television,like it's some sort of fictional phenomenon.

I find it fascinating how in the dark people can be sometimes.

Oh and of course as I am writing this, another Ani DiFranco song comes on, it's called Superhero. Enjoy the lyrics!

sleep walking through the all-nite drug store

baptized in fluorescent light

i found religion in the greeting card aisle

now i know hallmark was right

and every pop song on the radio

is suddenly speaking to me

art may imitate life

but life imitates t.v.

'cuz you've been gone exactly two weeks

two weeks and three days

and let's just say that

things look different now

different in so many ways

i used to be a superhero

no one could touch me

not even myself

you are like a phone booth

that i somehow stumbled into

and now look at me

i am just like everybody else

if i was dressed in my best defenses

would you agree to meet me for coffee

if i did my tricks with smoke and mirrors

would you still know which one was me

if i was naked and screaming

on your front lawn

would you turn on the light and come down

screaming, there's the asshole

who did this to me

stripped me of my power

stripped me down

i used to be a superhero

no one could touch me

not even myself

you are like a phone booth

that i somehow stumbled into

and now look at me

i am just like everybody else

yeah you've been gone exactly two weeks

two weeks and three days

and now i'm a different person

different in so many ways

tell me what did you like about me

and don't say my strength and daring

'cuz now i think i'm at your mercy

and it's my first time for this kind of thing

i used to be a superhero

i would swoop down and save me

from myself

but you are like a phone booth

that i somehow stumbled into

and now look at me

i am just like everybody else

Namaste,

Rhiannon