Posts Tagged ‘Paris Hilton’
Due to some layout typeface error and a BIG LACK of fact checking, my name was put next to a quote in Angeleno Magazine about Paris Hilton’s future that I DID NOT say. Anyone who knows anything about PsychicGirl knows that I do not believe in predicting gloom and doom. When it comes to my work I am known for being incredibly positive and a healer.
Unfortunately people will believe anything they read in black and white. Once something is in print it is almost impossible to take it away.
I’m grateful the magazine is taking responsibility and doing a retraction in the next issue (December) as well as directly letting Ms. Hilton know that they have made this mistake.
Last night, was by far the best party I have ever been asked to read at. Held on the Warner Brother’s Studio Lot, The famous came out in droves to celebrate Ellen Degenere’s big five-zero. Her birthday is actually in January, but due to the writers strike, the party was pushed until last night and what a party it was! I was super excited to be asked to take part, I love Ellen, is there anyone who does not love this woman who just radiates her own truth?
Living in Hollywood I’ve seen a gazillion stars and read quite a few of them, but my heart skipped numerous beats when none other than Dr. Wyane Dyer down in front of me. OMG! This was the highlight of my night, my week, my month, wow, and it takes me a lot to be wowed. Pink performing live wasn’t too bad either, she was flawless.
The party had a carnival theme. Warner Brothers events set up a beautiful Moroccan themed den for me, and three of my favorite psychic friends Mark, Kimberly and Sahara to read party guests all night long. The list of celebrities in attendance went on and on and on. Out of the corner of my eye, between readings I saw, of course Ellen’s love Portia De Rossi, Paris and Nicki Hilton, Benji Madden, a very pregnant Gwen Stefani and her Husband Gavin Rossdale, Tom Hanks and Rita Wilson, Sarah McLaughlin, Ryan Seacrest, Mathew Perry, Allison Janney, Slash and his wife Perla Ferrar, David Spade, Suzanne Somers (who’s best selling book I named in a reading) and her hubby Alan Hamel, Ghost Whisperer’s Jennifer Love Hewitt, and a bunch more eye candy that I can’t remember right now!
I am totally, totally kicking myself that I did not take any pictures, I only have this accident that my blackberry accidently snapped! I’m going to see what I can do about rounding up a picture from Ellen’s publicist who I was so blessed to make contact with. But until then I did get to take home this happy birthday Ellen t-shirt that Pinkberry gave out.
Just for the record – I never woke up one day and decided I wanted to be a professional psychic. As a young girl, I never dreamed I’d grow up and 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 simple casual conversation gets completely misconstrued by persons she’s attempting to impress – OR just by working her trade has her health and wellbeing invaded by things completely invisible to the human eye. My name is Justine, otherwise known as PsychicGirl, and welcome to My Psychic Life.
Even though this psychic thing has become more conventional, I still can’t seem to escape the flashbacks to past life memories of being burned at the stake. Like last week when some TV producer called me in on a casting for a show he is trying to sell (which b.t.w. I am not holding my breath over. If you knew how many of these – I have an idea for a psychic show – meetings I have been on, you too would be requesting for someone to wake you up when we get there)! Mr. Producer was directing me where to go – when all of a sudden, he spontaneously morphed into mister stand-up comedian and started expelling some pathetic joke I was about to be the butt of: “If you’re so psychic, shouldn’t you already know where you are going?” OMFG, was he serious? Believe me dude, I so wish it worked that way, and hate to be the one to awaken you to reality here, but even I am in desperate need of a GPS system. Oh, did I forget to mention how funny you are because I’ve never heard that joke before! Not.
I know, I sound a little less than thrilled to be here. If you walked a mile in my shoes you would be too. (Do you know how hard it is to find cute shoes in size 11)? Like Paris Hilton says; “I’ve 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 and then moved on to national television forecasting really, really important predictions like who’s going to take home an Emmy or what numbers are going to come up on the roulette wheel in Las Vegas. I sell spirituality to the masses, yet ponder if the big guy upstairs is 100% kosher with my tactics.
I confess, there have been times when I’ve wished I had a more normal life. It’s no wonder I’ve developed a frightening addiction to Perez Hilton where I secretly fantasize about having a more Lindsey Lohan (pre-rehab) like life. Living in Hollywood, I’ve had my share of party girl nights, or at least tried to. But the last time I checked – okay, let’s be honest here – every time I’ve checked – being psychic on this planet – does not equal the kind of “that’s hot” or “coolness” one must possess to get past the velvet ropes of whatever venue SBE and Brent Bolthouse, have just opened up.
All of this can take a lot of out of a girl who’s passionately shown up and done the only thing she knows how to do, assist others in finding their way to answers and healing. For even though I didn’t consciously apply for the position, I now find myself preparing for the grandest party of all parties. The ONE that comes after ALL of this. The one where fame, fortune and the best PR, gets you absolutely zero pull at the door, nor your name anywhere on the guest list.
Just before Paris Hilton’s sex tape was leaked and she started her climb to evidently becoming the most important person on the planet, I was hired to read at a poshy pre-Oscar gifting suite where surprise, surprise Ms. Royalty herself was confirmed to attend. It was March of 2003, before everyone and their publicist’s mother started promoting swag suites. Paris was scheduled to get a reading, but as destiny would have it, the appointment for her reading conflicted with her opportunity to pick out more freebies, and the freebies won.
That would have been an awesome reading, at least for me. To get to look into the past lives of Paris and see who the heck she was and what the hell she did to deserve the life she is having now, wow. I’ve read a lot of celebrities, but that reading would have been uniquely enlightening. I could if I wanted psychically look at Paris Hilton from a far. I’ve stood near and sat in view of her many a night, just happening to be out at the same place, at the time, living life in Hollywood. I’ve even heard from someone who did her makeup on The Simple Life, that she had a Maneki Neko Lucky Cat PsychicGirl Possession Protector hanging from her key ring (obviously not anymore)! But without her agreeing to and actually taking part in a one on one reading with me, I just don’t play that game. I believe that people have the right to choose to have their space psychically invaded into or not, even if you are Paris Hilton.
For everyone who has such an issue with Paris and her fame over just being herself, or this ‘dumb self” she has just admitted to playing, the girl has obviously done something right somewhere to live the life she is living now (prejail). A great teacher I once heard of had to spend time in prison, unjustly (and I’m not saying Paris’ time in the slammer is unjust or not). I heard stories about how this individual not only made friends with but shared their mastery with everyone in their presence while they was incarcerated. I could so see Paris doing that, once she adjusted to life in jail. If she was allowed to mingle with the other inmates, she would naturally teach the other prisoners how to look hot in their jail jumpsuits and then partake in doing each others hair.
I’ve written before about how we all want to hear we were kings and queens in a past life. That if we are blessed enough to discover who we were in that past, our objective is to see if our personality has actually grown so that we can move forward in our attempt at mastering life and death on earth. In what I do for a living, calling out people on their patterns comes with the job. It seems that Paris’ behaviors are telling quite a similar tale that’s been told in history before and that was recently played out in Sophia Coppola’s last movie. Just maybe the spirit of Marie Antoinette might be back in ways more than just the film house (and currently in the slammer).