I’m not a fan of psychics
There is nothing quite like a psychic for convincing one of the stupidity of many. Last night I worked at “Deb Webber, Medium, from ‘Sensing Murder’ TV2″. Lots of people turned up, by which I mean lots of women turned up. The occasional man there seemed to be attached to some wildly enthusiastic woman. There were even ‘private readings’.
What a complete load of codswallop! (Truly a fantastic word)
I was lucky to be working at reception and heard a lot of the conversation between the merchandising people. They talked about how lucky they were because they’d found ‘it’, while so many other people are still searching for ‘it’.
How is it that all these silly people see ‘it’ as a mystical truth, which they obtain through card readings, strange books, and a lot of purchasing of odd things? Why is it that they miss the simplicity and inexpense of the true answer - God?
