Just like countless others, my wife and I have been processing the shocking events of the 2016 Presidential Election.
My heart is deeply saddened for our country, for the world, and mostly, for those who voted in a person they thought would truly bring in change outside of the system.I’m saddened not because they voted for Trump — for that is our American right — but because I fear their hearts will break when the ideal they voted-in is simply not met and the “working American” is left behind. No matter who is in the White House, the Congress is the Congress, and it’s still deeply entrenched in the system.
I’ve received countless emails and comments asking for an explanation on why my presidential prediction and election win percentage didn’t “come true”. Some people are just gobsmacked, like me, trying to wrap their heads around what happened, and they are seeking answers. Some are sending messages of love and encouragement in my work. And some claim they have lost faith in everything, citing my prediction as being the “last straw” in being “mislead”, or wondering how I could be “so wrong”, asking how I can “live with myself” after getting people’s hopes up.
Many are asking what happened with this election, overall.
I’d like to address all of these issues, and what I experienced happening in this election, and shed some light on these questions.
It’s been my experience in the many years I’ve been in the Psychic field that there is a trust one develops in receiving a message. (That’s my job, to pass on messages.) In the same manner that I receive information about the upcoming harmful weather patterns that I predict, or information on earthquakes, or spiritual trends — this Presidential race information was delivered to me.
In fact, this information came through with such clarity and strength was that I was compelled to do a video about it while still in my pajamas. I didn’t want to, for a number of obvious reasons, especially in my PJ’s. Yet the Universe was very insistent:
Do it now — NOW.
So I did.
It took me a day or two to get up the courage to post the video because it was about politics, the wading pool for our lowest lowest-common-denominator energy, a mirror for our fear. It doesn’t take a Psychic to figure out that presenting a political perspective in public is just inviting in a bunch of pithy nastiness. Even before I posted, I could feel the upcoming surge of palpable rage from the Trump camp, and even from some Bernie supporters.
Yet my job isn’t “Miss America” — to be the most popular, or make to sure I make everyone happy, or to ensure everyone likes me. My job is to pass messages. So hoping for the best, as I do trust the Universe — I put on my big girl parties and clicked to upload the video.
The message was not just about “who would be president” but contained a much more important message about consciousness and how important it was for us to claim our own power this election– and how not put our faith in one person at the top to save us.
I now get the importance of that message.
Months after the wide brush-stroke original ideological message, I then later began receiving images of Hillary Clinton being sworn in. She was wearing a cream-colored dress. In another vision, she was wearing a red dress. Another, a blue outfit. The polls leading up to that moment all came back with up to a 63% lead. It was stunning to look at — a mandate against an outmoded consciousness. Those images were delivered as crisply to me as the images of the Twin Towers falling, or the first Iraq war.
Clearly, that image I received of a Clinton Presidency didn’t come to pass on Election Day.
As I was putting out the predictive information about the Clinton win, and including the feminine timeframe correlation, I noticed many prominent psychics were doing the same at the same time. This made sense because we are all looking at the same waterfall of information from different perspectives. Most cited Clinton winning in a similar scenario. A few cited Trump.
Turns out the Trump folks were looking at the side of the waterfall facing us at this time.
It’s important to note that the cardinal rule in the Psychic world is to never put a prediction in print because due to the absolutely chaotic shifting nature of the Universe and people’s capricious nature, things do change. Psychics don’t like to look wrong, and people who follow Psychics don’t like the fact that they can be wrong. That shakes people’s faith — which really, should be solid within us, based upon our own instincts. Yet we’re human, and we’re constantly looking for outside confirmation to learn to trust ourselves.
People seek absolutes. It makes us feel safe in a Universe that we dang-well know is ever-shifting and changing. We don’t like to be reminded of that uncontrollable chaos we are emerged in everyday that depends so heavily on our choice-making. That’s a lot of pressure for most people, who can’t even make a decision at a drive-through.
People especially don’t want to hear about that universal variance from a Psychic, because it sounds like the Psychic is trying to create an excuse: If they’re wrong in their prediction, it’s the fault of free will, not in their ability to do their job. Yet chaotic variance in the Universe is simply a fact, just like it’s a fact that every football that leaves a quarterback’s fingertips isn’t always going to end in a completed pass.
Crap happens. Yet we don’t allow that football game to steal away our faith in god and the universe simply because a pass was intercepted.
The hard, cold, scary truth, whether people want to hear it from a Psychic or a physicist or from your mom, is that no future is set in stone. Think about it. That would sort of rule out free will. And that’s just not reality.
So, putting a prediction in print means to have faith in why you’re being asked to put it in print, and then letting the outcome go. That means putting the job as messenger first, and putting the ego second. And it means overcoming a great amount of fear surrounding being judged. That’s not easy, and most Psychics don’t want to gamble with the future, which is ironic considering — that’s our job.
I can’t blame most Psychics for not wanting to put a prediction in print because invariably, at some point, the future will shift, and we’ll be wrong. Flat out, no-holds-barred wrong, wrong, wrong. And that’s not good for business. No one wants to be the ship maker who crafted the Titanic.
Psychics cringe at the thought of that then-wrong prediction hanging in the virtual or newsstand ethers for all eternity while armchair quarterbacks snicker across the world wide web about the stupidity of the Psychic. Or, said critic will actually take the time to write and send mocking emails full of colorful swear words and heart-warming adjectives like “fraud”, “charlatan”, “idiot”, “disappointment”, “moron”, “imbecile” or the ever-popular — “phony”. The emails usually contain tirades about how the Psychic mislead everyone, or about how said Psychic has ruined the person’s ability to ever believe in anything again.
I’ve received many of those emails myself this week (job hazard), some from people who just a day or two before the election were thanking me profusely and singing my praises on Facebook and Twitter.
Again. Welcome to the ever-changing nature of people that directly affects outcome.
In predictive work, the more pressing the issue that does not come to pass, the more nasty the emails, if the prediction proves wrong. People need a place to vent their frustration and anger, and guess what? Since the Psychic opened the can of worms to begin with — worms are for dinner tonight.
I’ve since noticed many of those same Psychics that predicted a Clinton Presidency have removed all trace of their posts and predictions from blogs and social media after Clinton lost. I have left all of mine in place because even though they look a little awkward now, I have faith that I was asked to put that information out there for reasons I may not yet be aware of. And those reasons may have nothing to do with who won or who lost. Being a Psychic involves much more than just wowing people with facts. If we can’t have faith in the flow and purpose of spirit, and the messages, why should we expect others to do so as well?
Though I completely understand the impulse of these Psychics to take down the inaccurate Clinton Presidential predictions to lessen the inevitable crap-storm heading their way, it saddens me that people would remove these predictions because it indicates an amount of shame in being wrong.
No one likes to be wrong. Lord, especially publicly. It’s painful, and really embarrassing. It drums up fears that the credibility or message of your future work will be in jeopardy because of one mistake. And the very worst of all — it makes a person feel like they’ve hugely let everyone down who was trusting you to guide them. That’s a sickening feeling.
Yet it’s ego that chokes to death on shame.
That shame continues to fuel the unreachable fallacy that somehow, Psychics are inhuman superheroes that defy all of physics — to be god-like in their ability to control time and space so that they are never wrong.
I sarcastically thank the Christian church for training people to put all of their belief in the “power” of a third party to run their life for them. And I sarcastically thank the 20th Century imbalanced masculine ego for training people to be petrified of owning up to a mistake.
The truth is — Psychics are going to make mistakes for a number of reasons. I’m going to make mistakes. That’s not an excuse. That’s a plain old fact. Yet I’m not going to let the fact that I’m not Omnipotent but human stop me from doing the very best job I can, everyday, for the people who seek me out for guidance. Actually, the fact that I realize how these shifting timelines work, how to balance the probabilities between them, and how important it is to remove my own insecurities about “being right or wrong” during a reading, makes me a pretty responsible human to interpret timelines and messages for people. Yet I’m still a human.
As humans, we’ve been trained that we can’t trust ourselves. As such, our faith is rattled by external events. We give away our faith and hope and power too easily. Never let one Psychic gal from Montana rob you of your faith. Nor your Pastor, your husband, your wife, your government, election results, the President, your boss, your children, or your mentor. Never give anyone or anything that kind of power over your brilliance, your belief, your instincts, or your hope.
That brilliance is precious, and is yours alone.
We can be encouraged and uplifted by the many. We can rely on others for confirmation. We are here for each other. Yet if we allow one person to become the sole scaffolding for our faith in ourselves, in our nation, in our ability to bring change, in our ability to believe — then the faith never existed within us to begin with.
And THAT was the lesson in this election, which didn’t go as myself, dozens of other Psychics, or even the news stations — thought it would.
So what happened to this election that so many people predicted would roll for Clinton?
The fact is — I honestly don’t know. I don’t know because I’ve never experienced anything like it before. As a Psychic, I deal with the future. This was a rip in the present timelines that was happening in real time.
It felt surreal, as if another dimension merged with ours, exactly in that moment, and took over. It felt alien.
The energy was that of an interruption, invasion, a hostile takeover, a hijacking, happening moment to moment, right in front of me. Considering I’ve never been in a location that was being invaded, that sudden rush of shock was new to me.
As I looked across Facebook and Twitter, I was not the only person experiencing this jaw-dropping interruption.
I’m 47 years old. I’ve been voting since I was 18. I predicted the win of the colloquially-spoken GW Bush though I was a Kerry supporter, and though I was a Hillary supporter in 2008, I predicted with a then-butt-hurt-heart that Obama would eek out the primary and landslide the election. Presidential elections have a very specific pulse and traceable energy swell attached to them.
Except for this one, which indicated a huge swell in the direction of Clinton, now reflected in her winning of the popular vote yet not reflected in the electoral college numbers which came down to a few counties in the rust belt.
The same area that the Trump campaign claimed would cinch the win for them.
I watched the results roll in and I felt into the universe for an answer. How could I, and so many others that respect greatly in my field, have been so dead wrong about this?
My need to get to the bottom of the question was not about ego, but about the inconsistency between both the clarity and weight of the images I received from the Universe and my consistent work with other election energies. And the fact that yeah — I just passed information to millions of people on YouTube and Facebook that Clinton was being sworn in, so as a courtesy to everybody for what was looking like a heinous face-plant for hope, I’d better at least try and figure out what the hell was happening right in front of me.
America had seen the Trump rallies. It was no surprise he had a passionate and large following. Yet this election energy felt overwhelmingly different from the vocal and passionate Trump supporters we had all come to know. This election felt like a special ops mission, expertly executed with precision and silence.
I kept batting away the feeling of an invasion, a strategic interruption. If I was a conspiracy theorist, that energy would be ripe for interpretation. Had I put on my paranoid tinfoil hat, I would have said that Trump’s cry of “It’s all rigged” and “watch the polls for voter fraud” was a decoy for a vote manipulation campaign designed to combat the edge Clinton held; a campaign placed within key counties in the rust belt. Perhaps it involved the digital voting machines across the nation. Maybe the Russian government somehow hacked the software that tallied the votes, just barely rocking the results toward Trump in a subtle way across the USA. Maybe fed-up Trump supporters enrolled as election officials in certain counties, and made sure that Clinton came in second. The operation would be epic and take months of planning, with intelligence and IT resources that would require friends in high places and the power of a networked internal agency, say, just like an FBI housing a Giuliani fueled pro-Trump cell which was recently exposed.
Maybe, maybe, maybe.
However, having endured months of indignity from Trump followers who have shouted insane Hillary conspiracies from “she is in ISIS” to “she passed on classified national secrets to Al Quida”, I decided to have some class by not becoming a hypocrite in projecting my paranoia and discomfort onto Trump’s campaign or supporters.
Instead, I closed my eyes. I felt the quiet steps of millions of Trump supporters emerging out of anonymity to cast a vote and return quietly to the shadows. Their energy was silent, secretive, suppressed. Like holding your breath so as not to be ever detected.
Many of these silent souls were men who voted in quiet pride. Many women voted in quiet guilt about the pride they felt for their vote. Many were so excited to finally stick it to the government that their compressed silence vibrated with child-like glee.
They held their energies close, and many who cast votes hovered their pencil above the ballot for endless moments, the tip wiggling in tiny circles inches above the ballot as they mentally rocked between Clinton and Trump. Clinton, Trump. Clinton, Trump. The level of undecided voters in that moment was staggering for me to witness.
That was a first.
Finally the pencil of the undecided voter would plunge to Trump, deliberately filling in an oval as the decision of “What the hell, the system’s broken, what have we got to lose?” would flood the booth.
And my stomach just sank.
I was watching millions of votes come in for a racist, misogynist, anti-Muslim, non-sense spewing man-child bully — all on a last minute “what the hell” whim.
I was physically sick. I needed to know. I needed to know why someone would do that.
I connected to millions of these silent, unaccounted voters. They felt so tired, so forgotten, so unheard, so left behind, that they could no longer think past their own feelings of being ignored and marginalized — to what it was going to mean for other races in our nation to become ignored and marginalized in a Trump Presidency.
Many thought about it but didn’t care, because they wanted “those people” to feel the pain what they had felt.
Many simply wanted to shut down a governmental system they felt was rigged by throwing a very difficult-to-control cog in the wheel, as a happy F-You.
Many truly believed Trump would deliver America to a better future for themselves and their children, actually envisioning an at-home business boom. His verbal rhetoric was heard by these voters but shoved to the back of their concerns in favor of his business prowess.
Many found Clinton to be lying and corrupt.
Some wouldn’t vote for a woman. Some of those voters were women.
And though proud hope was present in many Trump voters, a majority of the energies I pulled off those stealth Trump votes that poured in and ripped apart time lines at the seams — was nothing but pure, defiant spite.
Trump. The Spite Presidency.
I watched outcomes and futures shift faster than a drag queen’s backstage dressing squad, scurrying to catch up with this flood of will, shaping the nation. It was both awesome and terrifying, observing the power of the individual vote, the power which so many claim doesn’t exist — literally bending time, erasing dozens of outcomes and authoring new ones.
I drank more wine. And more wine. I clung to hope. My phone blew up with Facebook posts, Twitter tags, family and friends who were reaching out to me in desperation and panic, hoping I had some secret bullet from the Universe that would halt this hostile takeover.
But I didn’t. Because I was watching right along with them. I reached out to the Universe; and asked “What is happening?”
The Universe replied, “You.”
The Universe then fell silent as we made our decision about the presidency — literally at the last minute.
So I drank more wine, bracing for the crippling blow to the spirit of diversity in our nation, the horror experienced by every Muslim family across the country including my in-laws — and for the outcry of pain, fear, and betrayal barreling in on the Hate Mail Express.
That was the reality, the new prediction, written in that moment.
I’m still feeling a strange, nagging wiggle in the time line regarding this election. Something still feels off to me, unsettled, not locked in, like a crack in a dam that’s about to burst and blow the whole thing apart. Perhaps it’s my own shock at the situation, yet I suspect due to the energetic nature of this wiggle that it’s more. I’ll wait for time to reveal that one. Not because I’m afraid of being wrong, but because I’m honestly not being told what that wiggle is about.
In the meantime, I’m focusing on my everyday reality. What we choose to do with our daily quality of life is up to us. Because as we’ve learned — all we can control is today.
I choose hope. I choose peace. I choose love. I choose moving forward in my own life and my family’s life as if a Clinton Presidency was in swing, with proactive and beautiful participation in my community and my world.
I am not bracing for a fight. I’m not putting that contentious energy into the Universe, as like-attracts-like.
At the same time, I’m not blind to the potential of complete and utter racial and human rights horror under a Trump Presidency and a Republican Congress. I pray that all the talk about conservative Supreme Court judges is just hollow campaign chatter, things people promise to do to get elected, yet never actually come to pass.
I remind myself of Trump’s long history of threatening to do things he never follows up on.
I remind myself that Trump was a New York Democrat up to this election, where he changed tickets to run for President.
I remind myself that the congress resents a new-comer with no party loyalty and could easily lock up on Trump just like they did Obama.
I remind myself that Trump doesn’t play well with others and government is all about the long haul negotiation game, and long-haul relationships built on working past differences.
I remind myself how much difficulty Donald Trump has in working or communicating with anyone who does not agree with him. …WRONG.
I remind myself that the country is likely to be run by Congress.
Past the grandiose caricature of Donald Trump, I remind myself of the reality and energy of Washington: Nothing moves.
And I envision Trump trapped in his own powerless hell within the Oval Office, serving his four-year-sentence.
In that vision, I actually feel sorry for the guy. He truly has no clue what’s in store for him. It is absolutely not his style, and it’s his worst fear:
He will be the most powerful man on the planet who cannot execute his power — without consensus.
The buck stops with us, period. In our lives, in our homes, in our society. And we’ve just seem the incredible and awesomely frightening time line bending power of unification.
The moral of the story is temperance and accountability.
Hillary won the popular vote. She didn’t win the presidency, especially by 63%. My prediction on both counts was wrong.
I won’t hate Trump. That solves nothing. I don’t agree with him or his modalities. But to become the same polarization and hatred that his campaign has incited makes no sense. I do not require him as a mirror. Instead, I will send him prayers and compassion, that his braggadocio and ego may be replaced with true, empowered confidence in doing right by the many.
I will not hate Trump supporters. To become the bully to those who voted for the bully — is far too ugly. Instead, I will continue to love them, especially those friends and family, because without love, nothing heals, and life is hollow. No person is to be thrown away on principle.
I will support my great nation, my neighbors, my spiritual life, my friends and my family, and I will do so with excitement, strength, enthusiasm, and love.
I am not in denial about what may be potential human and civil rights roadblocks ahead in the USA. However, I refuse to live in the fearful shadow of worst-case-scenarios. I will not be bullied or shamed into fear by those whose fear is drowning them. Should I need to stand against the tide of injustice that could potentially present itself, I shall stand with a dignity and a piercing fierceness that will shatter the darkness.
As we’ve now seen in action, in one of the greatest displays of Spiritual Physics that I have ever seen — we create the future every minute.
I choose a brilliant and inspired future, bright with opportunities. I choose positivity in moving forward, not because I can’t handle my own shadows, but because I can.
I choose invention and innovation, expansion and growth. I choose education over force, hope over fear.
And I choose compassion over judgment.
I’m not a saint. I’m human. And my free will has the power to rip apart time lines and shape the universe. I choose to use this power with respect and responsibility to the many. Not because I’m some do-gooder Pollyanna with my head up my sparkling spiritual keister believing I’m more pious than others. But because I’m a seasoned practitioner of spiritual physics, and I am acutely aware of the cause and effect of intention, application, and choice.
I’m proud to be a Psychic. I’m excited and blessed to bring messages of hope and assistance to the many. Besides my wife and child, it’s the greatest gift in my life.
I don’t create spiritual content because I crave people’s adoration. I’m not a cult leader, or a commune guru.I don’t want people to believe in me.
I want people to believe in themselves.
That’s why I’m here. My job is to empower people with information I translate, about themselves, the world, and their life paths. It’s up to people to decide what to do with that information.
No Psychic or other human in general should ever be considered your sole source to spiritual information or connection to your higher power. That’s old left-over training from the traditional priest-parishioner relationship. Reputable Psychics are here to assist you. We’re the help, not the management We don’t run the show.
As a translator and messenger, my job is to be discerning when receiving message, yet not to second guess the Universe about why I receive such messages. I’m not authorized to make justifications for the Universe (because last I looked, I’m not God’s PR person). My job is not to skew readings so that I look better, and I sure as heck have no desire to back peddle on a prediction that didn’t pan out by erasing all record of that journey. Every journey holds value to the next. I honor my own journey, as well as the journeys that are inspired by what the Universe gives me to present.
Sometimes the messenger is the hero and sometimes the messenger is the fool. Yet none of those identities are mine to own. Because at the end of the day —
— none of my spiritual work is about me anyway.
People have written to me and demanded an apology for getting up the hopes of the nation with my Clinton Presidential prediction. I’m truly sorry — for all of us — that the prediction didn’t pan out as presented.
Conversely, I’m not one bit sorry for passing on a message that inspired people. That, I will continue to do.
And though it’s been a real hayride, I don’t regret weighing in on this election when I was asked by the Universe to do so. It was scary, and weird, and energetically fascinating from a sociological perspective. It was a huge learning experience. I received death threats. I received fan mail. I was called more names than I ever knew existed. (That was kind of interesting from a Thesaurus perspective.) I learned that in the vibration of politics, people turn off their brains and transform into filter-less, hateful, insult-spitting rage monkeys.
I learned that a presidential campaign is worse than a Zombie Apocalypse because at least Zombies don’t try and argue ill-formed opinions. And unlike a Zombie, you can’t exactly drive an ax into the head of the political opponent who is hissing in your face, so resolving the impasse takes much more time and patience.
More than anything, I learned that we have chosen politics to be our excuse to become primal in our natural tribal instincts. And, our politics simply mirrors our consciousness.
So if you want to fix what’s in Washington — fix what’s in your heart first.