Some of you may know, I grew up with a mother who loved to go to psychic fairs, and get readings. She was a radical in her own quiet way. The most profound experience I ever had with something like that was in 1995 in NYC, when I stopped in at a fair. I received a very brief tarot reading from someone I had never met. What got my attention was her saying, “Something in your life is getting ready to fall apart, and if it does it won’t be worth anything to you…does this make sense?” I looked at the cards to see what she was referencing and it was The Tower card. I knew in a flash this pertained to my house in Indiana that needed some attention. It was wild what happened next. Just by my awareness, the next week I had a phone call from someone wanting to know if I’d sell my house. Done deal.