One lonely Valentines night a few years ago, I was looking through my Mum's magazines. As you do. I came across a countdown: Stella's Top 12 Love Spells. "Brilliant!" I thought, "what better way to find true love than to harness supernatural powers to violate the free will of others!
One of the 'psychics' that I emailed as part of Monday's blog has emailed back. Huzzah! Since then, Joe Renby and Helena have been having a bit of frantic email action.
Joe Renby's not been sleeping very well recently, and has been haunted by a recurring dream. He wants answers-- professional and objective answers from people who would put Joe's wellbeing above all else. Turning to premium rate 'psychics' seemed like the obvious choice.
My good friend James Tite showed me one of the more interesting job recommendations he's had from the Job Centre's computers-- a telephone psychic:
One of my favourite pastimes is to sit in my ivory tower and scoff at people who attribute cosmic/supernatural explanations to mundane occurrences. One of the best places to find these is a magazine called It's Fate. Here are some of my favourites, complete with snide commentary.
On one of my many Google instant searches, I stumbled upon a site called 'Dandy Designs'. A "gallery of God's handiwork", this site claims to show examples from nature which unequivocally prove that God designed everything. You can probably see how much respect I hold for this notion by the fact that I've listed this blog under 'Superstitious Arsetalk'.
The source material for this post's scorn has been the July and August issues of Fate and Fortune.
I was planning to write a piece laughing at some of the more ridiculous headlines of this month’s supernatural tossrag ‘Fate and Fortune’, but I have had a spiritualist believer write a long response to my piece about a night of ‘mediumship’ that I attended. What a happy coincidence! Below is the comment in full: […]
Last night I attended a night of clairvoyance, and I've now decided that I want to be a medium. It's the easiest job in the world! There are no qualifications required, and most of the people you work for desperately want to believe that you're the real deal. In fact the only traits required by the job are cynicism and heartlessness; both of which I have an abundance of.