My Psychic Life – Visions of O
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For one who is constantly helping others make decisions effortlessly, when it comes to deciding for myself, I so wish I could find another me! Last New Years, a make up artist friend invited me to go to Portland, Oregon. The invitation was so last minute I had difficulty deciding if I wanted to go. Up to the last moment, my poor friend had no idea if I was joining her or not. Up to the last minute I had no idea if I was joining her or not. This wasn’t about some psychic sense that the plane was going to crash. I can’t look at anything like that for myself. I just couldn’t decide. I packed my bags not knowing. I met her at her apartment not having a clue. In what seemed like a scene out of a sitcom, I followed her in my car all the way to the airport, still trying to figure it out. I surprised the both of us making it to the gate just in time to board the plane.

Once in Portland, we stayed with my friends ex who lives in an area that seemed like it’s own lonesome state. (Perhaps this is why I had such an issue deciding to go)? Cabin fever lead me to connect with a little spiritual group I’m part of that has a branch there. As a New Years project we made vision boards. You know, where you rip out magazine pictures of what you want, glue them on to a big piece of cardboard, relieving a poster of your deepest dreams that you desire to come true. The idea is that if you look at it everyday, it plants pictures in your subconscious mind that you will eventually draw into your life. You’d think someone in my profession wouldn’t have an issue believing in or having faith, but the secret is out, I do! (I’m like a psychic with an attitude). I had more fun making the board than I actually believed in it working. I’m all or nothing, so my board focused on just one thing. At the time I had a television project that was being shopped. I fairytale fantasized about it going to Oprah’s new network. So, that was the jist of my masterpiece. I brought it home. Per advice from a Feng Sui expert I put it on the wall by the door of my kitchen. It’s been there all year, and it has yet to come true.

Contrary to what one may believe, there are plenty of moments of my life are not filled with new agey spiritual stuff. These days I’m working on something new that has nothing to do with the psychic world. A friend suggested I make a vision board for this project. I was reluctant, but gave in because she is always going on about how they have worked for her. Looking at her life, they have. I did it out of vision board envy.

As I was glueing the new board together, I found myself thinking of how the old board didn’t work. Then my thoughts drifted to a bottle of water. You see, a few years back, the same make up artist friend brought me back a bottle of water from the Green Room of The Oprah Winfrey Show. For some time now this Holy water bottle has hid in a special secret place in my home. At that very moment I somehow decided it was time for it to go. I stopped vision boarding, retrieve the bottle from its shrine and to the trash it was headed. (I have a bad habit of throwing out things that I later regret). However, this time something stopped me, I just wasn’t ready to let it go.

Then two days later I was going about my life when I got an email requesting a reading, something that happens everyday, but this request had a wow factor. I like to joke that my phone is kind of like a slot machine. Most of the time I get an email showing that someone has purchased a reading before I even get their request to have one. I looked at my Blackberry and felt like I’d hit the jackpot because the person request the reading worked for the Oprah Winfrey Show!

I know this in no way means I am going to end up on Oprah. But a girl can dream. A girl can rethink her belief that vision boards possibly do work! After the reading, I received an invitation to come to Chicago, (yes)! Taking this trip will be no difficult decision to make. Maybe I will end up reading some other people who work for the big O. Perhaps I will end up in the same place where that bottle of water I’ve been worshiping first came from. You just never Oprah know where life will Oprah take you and what will Oprah happen, even if you are psychic.

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JUSTINE KENZER: My Psychic Life – YOUNG HOLLYWOOD

Being a psychic is no bed of roses. I seriously would not wish it upon my worst enemy. But then again, I have no enemies because if I am all seeing, and all knowing, I obviously am able to tell if someone is my friend or foe, before I even meet them, right? Ha, if you only knew what it was really like to see life through my eyes. It just might open yours.

When it came to choosing a profession, it’s not like I sat around debating between the possibilities of becoming an actress or a clothing designer and then ditched it all for this brilliant plan to make my life really easy by going after becoming a professional psychic. I never asked to become this super sensitive freak of nature that with one small mention of her profession scares off any attractive available member of the opposite sex. Or whose casual conversations get completely misconstrued by the people she is trying to impress. Or just by working her trade has her health and well-being invaded by things that are completely invisible to the human eye. For the record, I didn’t pick being psychic, it picked me.

Even though this psychic thing is becoming more accepted, It seems I can’t escape the past life memories of being burned at the stake. When some random guy asks me what I do for a living, I’d love to just tell him I work in Public Relations. But I suck at lying. So I tell the truth which of course provokes a reaction. I can’t pick the winning lottery numbers for myself, but I can predict when someone is about to turn stand-up comedian and tell some lame joke about how I should have already known I was going to meet him (insert eyes rolling here).

I know, I sound a little less than thrilled to be here. You would too if you walked a mile in my shoes. (Do you even know how hard it is to find cute shoes in size eleven?) Like Paris Hilton says, “I have worked my ass off to get where I am.” I’ve built my career by whoring myself out in the streets of New York to every magazine editor that would have me. Then moved on to national television forecasting really important things like who’s going to win an Emmy or what numbers will come up on a roulette wheel in Vegas. I sell spirituality to the masses, yet I ponder if the big guy upstairs is kosher with my tactics.

It’s no wonder I’ve developed an addiction to perezhilton where I fantasize about having a more Gossip Girl-like-life. Living in Hollywood, I’ve had my share of party girl nights, or at least I’ve tried too. But the last time I checked..make that every time I check…being psychic on this planet does not equal the type of cool or hotness one must possess to effortlessly make it past doormen and velvet ropes.

All of this can take a lot of out of a girl who’s just going along doing the only thing she knows how to do. For even though I didn’t apply for the position, I somehow landed a gig preparing for the ultimate party. The one that comes after ALL of this. The one where Hollywood fame, fortune and power doesn’t grant you any VIP pull for getting on the guest list.

Celebrity Psychic Justine Kenzer really does love her job, reads people from all walks of life and from all over the world through her website psychicgirl.com