I am deep believer that in the old ways. Some may call what I do witchcraft, but that is simply their ignorance shining through over their common sense. I’m a practicing Wiccan, that is my religion and who I am at the very centre of my being and that is all there is to it. Passed down through the generations, I understand that herbs, correctly used, can save lives. Burning sage can ward away evil spirits and cleanse the air – these are the types of things my grandmother taught me as a child, but so many of those things have become lost to me over time. So I must seek out them out now, on my own, as an adult.
The problem with this, of course, is my ignorance. I mess up frequently and, sometimes, disastrously. I’m making fewer mistakes now than I was when I first started, but still, there are times when I’m forced to wonder if I’ve even learnt anything at all. Times when I make mistakes like the one I am currently grappling with. This is the real reason for my presence on this site of yours, Joanne, I was wondering whether you had any good contacts for discrete stain removal in Melbourne. It’s not that I’ve killed anyone, no, nothing like that! I don’t need to clean up blood or anything, it’s just a very potent mixture of some particularly distasteful ingredients needed for some charms I’ve been working on. The fool that I am, I spilt the bowl I was working with and got the contents all over my carpet. I’ve tried just about every method I can think of to get the damned stuff out but it won’t lift an inch. So I’m need of some truly expert carpet cleaners in Melbourne who wouldn’t ask too many questions but would be competent enough to do the job. If you could send any names my way that would be much appreciated.
The stains of our mistakes cannot be removed, but blight our conscious forevermore. – Joanne
This is hardly a problem, but I guess I could always use some advice. I just finished school, and it feels good. All my life I’ve wanted to get out of that rat-race where we learn nothing but useless skills. So many ideas and many visits to the careers person later, and I think I have in mind two really great career options. Firstly, both of my parents are businesspeople, and while they haven’t pressured me into it, I think I’ve inherited a bit of that skill. In fact, I’m almost entirely sure I could start my own business and have it do pretty well. So many people think the same thing, so it’s not like I’m running away the idea that I’ll be making millions in a year…but it’s possible, and viable.
And the other is something different. I’ve researched a diploma of beauty therapy in Brisbane, and I think I could also get into something like that. Now, the money isn’t as good, and it’s not like I can jump into owning my own beautician company because it’s really something where you work your way up. But it’s something I’m passionate about, AND I know I have a definite flair for the whole business. One of the most worthwhile parts of school has been taking part in the plays and getting some experience in doing whatever makeup they needed me to do. It was tough sometimes, and I sometimes had to come back late from all kinds of performances and after parties to study, so that I could have a future after I left school. But I did it, I loved it, it was basically a makeup course in itself and now I have a choice to make. Big bucks, or something I enjoy all the time? Business is fun, but it comes with more hardships as you try to make ends meet. An actual beauty therapy course could be a lot more fun. So what to do?
Circle seven times around your local museum, have a margarita and bow before a cactus. The full moon will bring true love! – Joanne
I simply can’t do this anymore. It’s too heart breaking … I … I have to act. All my life I’ve had this “gift” that feels so much more like a curse. I could see things … well, not see so much as feel things, before they happened. I don’t ‘see the future’, exactly, I just sometimes get really strong sensations, a knowledge that comes from nowhere but that I know is true. It’s difficult to explain. It just comes from nowhere, and all of a sudden I know with perfect certainty that this will happen, as if it has already happened and someone has just told me. Then, whatever it was comes to pass and the feeling is once again confirmed. Most of the time, the events are insignificant, but today … no. I need to act today, otherwise terrible, and through me preventable, things will come to pass. People will be hurt and it will be my fault.
I know that the best sightseeing company in Melbourne is going to experience something big. The only thing is, there are several, really important pieces of information missing from that knowledge that would allow me to alert either the city of Melbourne itself or an agency that could help this disaster be avoided. The first is that I’m not sure exactly what kind of disaster will occur. I know that there will be a fire and that people will be trapped, but I have no idea what will cause the fire, and thus no idea how to notify anyone. This brings me to the second problem. I’m not sure exactly where in Melbourne this will occur. I’ve spent the past few days looking at Melbourne based tour groups and I can’t for the life of me figure out who to contact. So I’ve decided it’s time to enlist the help of another psychic. Can you help me, Joanne?
Two trees sway in the wind. One falls, but to a man who hears the noise, they are the same. -Joanne.
There’s nothing I like more than coming home to a nice toasty warm home after a long day in the winter cold. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but it has been freaking cold recently, so having decent heating in Sydney has become somewhat of a necessity.
Yesterday, I was having a bit of a bad day. I know why, as well. I’d done something rather questionable and the universe was sending out negative energy to teach me a lesson for that misstep. Karma operating at its finest. Anywho, when I didn’t have any money on me and so couldn’t use public transport, I decided it was worth the risk to walk home. It isn’t a long walk, and in summer I’m happy to do it both ways, but with dark storm clouds circling overhead, it was a risk that, in hindsight, I shouldn’t have taken. About five minutes into the twenty minute stroll, the heavens opened and it began to absolutely poor. I’d gone too far for it to be worth my while to turn back, so I soldiered on. Needless to say, I got soaked to the bone.
Upon getting to my apartment, I realised I’d forgotten my key, and was forced to climb a wet and slippery fire escape just to make it home. Skillfully cricking open the window, I slithered into my apartment (slithered sounds as if it was quite graceful, but you can imagine what it actually looked like) and stumbled over to the heater (by that time I could the frostbite creeping into my toes) only to discover it wasn’t working. My gas heating I’d installed when I moved to Sydney was freaking broken. On the day I’d been drenched in a stormy downpour and had had to climb a freaking ladder to get up to my place.
Do you believe bad things come in threes, or am I just cursed?
Three mice, three moons, three dice, three swoons. -Joanne
Hi Joanne, I know it’s been a pretty long time since we spoke, but I was wondering if you would be able to answer a reasonably serious question of mine.
About six months ago, I was diagnosed with a small, non-malignant tumour in the frontal lobe of my brain. To tell the truth, I’m not overly surprised by this. The doctor tried to tell me that some of the potential side effects of the tumour are vivid hallucinations and visions that are tactile as well as visual, but I know it’s more than that. People with their close-minded dismissal of the supernatural often try and explain away the gifts of a medium through “science”, but nothing can explain away my mystical gifts.
After talking to several spiritual and mystical experts, I’ve been lead to believe that one of the ways I can reduce the size of the tumour while keeping my abilities is through receiving treatment on a ley-line. The only problem is, I’m not precisely sure where the ley-lines in Australia are. My preliminary research has lead me to believe that there is one running through Lorne, Victoria. Accommodation in Lorne isn’t hard to find, and from what I’ve seen, I would be able to stay in luxury while receiving treatment for this physical manifestation of my gift. However, I’m not sure I’m correct in my assessment of the geography of Australia. It’s been harder than I ever would have imagined to find sources on this issue, and I could be very off about my assessment. Rather than looking for a hotel in Lorne, I should perhaps be accommodation on the rest of the Great Ocean Road, or maybe even further up the coast. In any case, I feel it’s important to find a location of heightened spirituality to undergo my treatment. Do you have any further knowledge of the ley-lines in Australia? Any help would be greatly appreciated, I don’t want to lose my abilities as a medium …
The ley-lines run not along the edges but through the heart and the mind of a place. – Joanne.
I have reached a roadblock. Our family business faces a terrible dilemma. As carpenters we produce a lot of wooden waste. Scraps of material that we do not need get placed in a scrap pile. It is my husband’s duty at the end of each week to dispose of this scrap pile. For years now I have trusted that he has done this in a sustainable and green manner. I accompanied him last week to see what he does with it and to my absolute shock we ended up at the Brisbane landfill. As a carpentry business we pride ourselves on sustainability. I promise our customers that our wood is sourced locally and ethically, causing no wildlife habitat destruction. How can I continue to promote this green image now I know that week after week we contribute to the methane producing, non recyclable, space grabbing gigantic rubbish pile. I confronted my husband about this practice and he told me it was the easiest way and I shouldn’t worry about it. Well, I am worried. I did some research and found an amazing place that takes wood and all green waste and recycles it. The best bit is it is cheaper than the regular tip. Brisbane is finally prioritising sustainability over money! The dilemma lies here – do I promote our new green waste practices and highlight that all these years we have been piling onto landfill or do I simply integrate it subtly into our brochure and hope no one notices. I feel a sense of duty to own up to our previous dirty ways but equally I was unaware of them and would have corrected them far sooner had I known. Ignorance is bliss and all of that.
Take the path of greater honour and you will be rewarded. Light will shine on those who are honest and true. What you don’t know can’t hurt you but what you do know is your greatest tool. – Joanne
This is Professor Reginald Rogers, supernatural tracker extraordinaire, discoverer of the first three mystic wonders of the world, and three time winner of the Psychic Post’s most daring escape. I’ve recently returned from my latest adventure, trekking through the very heart of the Amazon rainforest to uncover secret wonders of the Hidden Palace, but I need your advice about something. When it comes to exploration and adventure, I know all there is to know, but I’m afraid there’s been a slight hitch getting back into the country.
One of the key parts of being a world famous treasure hunter is finding and bringing back treasure for Australian museums. As a very busy man myself, it’s often hard to find the time to swing by the museums and donate my findings, so let couriers do it for me. However, it’s recently come to my attention that sending one of a kind artefacts all over the city in ordinary courier bags is not, perhaps, the best idea. Seeing as many of these artefacts are objects of immense power that certain governments and religious sects have been trying to get their hands on for centuries, my assistant thought it would be wise if we upgraded our security.
This is the reason I’m writing to you. I was wondering, given your expertise in this area, if you know any different types of security packaging that would be up to the task. They have to be reasonably sturdy and able to protect the most delicate 3rd century Mayan carvings. I know it’s been years, Jo, but I’d really appreciate your help in this matter. If you could just direct me to the person the company you use, that would be great. The fate of the known worlds potentially rests in your hands.
A rolling stone has no way of knowing whether the object beneath it is packaged. – Joanne.
Recently I’ve been looking at different cosmetic procedures I can potentially undergo, but I really need some spiritual guidance about the whole process. I’ve always been very strict about what I put into my body. When I was a young girl, my mother taught me that what you put in, you get out, and that philosophy has generally done me good all these years. As I grew older, I grew conscious of the terrible strain of meat-eating on our planet and the benefits of veganism, so I’ve followed those paths in life without looking back. But now I’m older and I’m starting to see the effects that living this life have had on my body.
Of course, I don’t struggle with a lot of the issues my friends who have been living a more glutinous life have been faced with. I still work out, I’m in great shape, and I never feel like I’ll need liposuction or any of that sort of treatments, but what I’m really starting to worry about is my skin. I’ve tried several different homeopathic remedies and, as much as I want to, I’m just not seeing results. So I’m thinking it’s time to explore my options and go a bit more left of field than I typically would.
I’ve met with and talked to my doctor about it, and he suggested a couple of interesting options, including getting dermal fillers or a glycolic peel. Melbourne has some of the best medical and dermatology clinics in the world and by having a bit of a look online it turns out that the procedures are relatively non-invasive, but the idea of using chemicals on my skin just seems completely wrong to me. At the same time, though, I feel like I’ve basically run out of options. Maybe getting dermal fillers in Melbourne is a terrible idea, but what other choices do I have? I look in the mirror and hate myself, and I’m just sick of it, but I feel like doing this will change my credibility. How can I advocate living a chemical free life and undergo these treatments at the same time?
Trust in your heart, it will illuminate the righteous path up which you shall ascend. -Joanne
My family are so parochial, they think that Melbourne is mostly just smokestacks and high-rises. I don’t think my parents have ever even BEEN outside their local area, and that’s just this little cluster of towns with loads of fields and the odd little tea shop. They’re nice tea shops, but if you want to live around here, your choices of profession are ‘tea shop owner’ and ‘farmer’. I’m not going to be a farmer. I made that pact when I was eight and ten years later I’m sticking to it.
With our dial-up internet (ugh, I know!) I managed to find a beautician course in Melbourne, and it really stood out to me. In fact, I’ve been looking at all sorts of courses in that genera; field…makeup, beauty surgery, hairdressing, all that. I just love glamming people up, which is bizarre because the parents think I want to be a stable girl. Got nothing against being a stable girl or being on a farm. I’m almost sort of proud of my parents for carrying on their whole lives, owning their own land and generally working so hard to make a living. That’s one thing they’ve really hammered into my brain: work hard, always. I can see the fruits of their labour (sometimes actual fruits, when the lemon and lime trees down the bottom of the creek paddock are in season) and I want to replicate that…but in my own field.
Thing is, I’m not even sure that they want me to take on the farm. Surely Mum and Dad can see that I’m not really the type, and it’s not like I have a big, strong farmer boyfriend to someday become my farmer husband and we’ll run the place together. I want to live in Melbourne, and that’s pretty much settled along with picking something like a diploma in beauty therapy. I’ll just have to see what they say.
The rabbit star is dancing above Venus, which means you’ll soon receive a visit from aliens. Greet them by taking off your left shoe and singing the first, fourth and sixteenth notes from ‘Hey Jude’ – Joanne
My husband’s birthday is coming up and I have to admit I am well and truly stumped over what to get him. He’s not really a man that enjoys receiving presents, which makes christmas and birthdays a constant challenge, but I know that, if I put my mind to it, I can get him something he really wants. A present he’ll really value. So I’ve been coming up with lists of his hobbies and interests to try and work out what direction to go in and it’s surprisingly difficult. He doesn’t do too much apart from work, but when he does get some leisure time, I know that he loves to go fishing. I also know that he’s been talking about getting a boat for years now. So I thought I might get him something made up for him using a marine stainless steel fabrication company I found.
Even though the kind of fabrication they do is extremely customised, I’m hoping that they can make something generic enough that it will be useful no matter what kind of boat he eventually decides to get. At the same time, I feel kind of terrible getting him something he can’t exactly use now. That’s the whole point of a present, that you can take it and use it, not shelve it until it becomes useful three years down the track.
With all that in mind, I’m leaning towards getting him a set of snapper racks, but I could really use a second opinion from a psychic. Will they be useful for him? Or is this all just a waste and I should really get him a more practical, immediately useful present?
I foresee a future where he will use them and one where he will not. There are many factors which may contribute towards changing his fate. The road ahead is shrouded in mist, my friend. -Joanne.