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I had just woken up from what had been the worst dream.  I reached for my smartphone to see what time it was and was not surprised to see my phone screen read, three a.m. on the dot.  Not two fifty seven, not three oh eight, but exactly three a.m.  Nightmares and three in the morning 'wake up calls' were not uncommon for me.  It was simply a part of life and to some extent I just assumed these things happened to everyone.   When I'd decided to become Catholic and began purging all of my witchy objects and books, there had been a pause in these occurrences.  This is something I wasn't really thinking about in those early weeks and only began to think about again when they started back up a little.   I didn't yet correlate these things with the evil one but did begin to recall the many times I'd had these experiences.  Especially when they could be at their worst and that was when I was a psychic reader.   Back then, my days would look a little like the following:   I sat in my living room, watching television and waiting for one of two types of notification sounds to ring out from my computer. These alerts would let me know that someone was requesting a live chat reading from one of two psychic reading websites I worked on.   Generally, a person would go to these sites, look through hundreds of profiles for different types of psychic readers until they found someone they liked. They would click a little button to begin a chat with the psychic in question. Somewhere in another part of the world another person who offered any one of a variety of psychic readings or specialized in one specific type of divination only, would be alerted by a notification sound as to the request of this other human somewhere else on the planet.   I was this other human. As much as I considered psychic work and energy healing a vocation and a very sacred duty at that, there were times when I really rather dreaded being summoned to do a reading.   Sometimes, I would do a reading and it would be just using my intuition and knowledge of the different card meanings to discern the guidance sought out by the querant. Other times, however, things would go very differently. Tonight was to be one of those nights.   A ringing sound came from my computer at last. I went over to my desk, sat down and clicked on a button to open the chat screen. I greeted the person, welcoming them to the chat and introduced myself. The querant would type their name and begin telling me their situation. While I waited for their response to pop into my screen, I began shuffling my cards, focusing on the person, psychically tuning into their energy. At a certain point, I would sense I had shuffled them enough and cut them into three stacks from left to right and put the bottom and middle portion of cards on what had been the top portion.   At that moment I would look up at my screen to see what question the poor soul at the other end of my computer had sent me. Tonight it was to be what so many before her had come to me about: romance. She was involved with another woman's husband and wanted to know when he would actually leave his family and marry her, like he'd promised a million times before.   Knowing she was distraught and heart broken by her situation, I typed back words of comfort. I sincerely wanted to help her. My heart truly ached at the suffering she must have been experiencing.  Not to mention the suffering of the others involved too.  I asked her to give me a moment to lay out the cards and see what information I could divine for her.   As I started to place the cards out in front of me, I examined them closely and started to interpret them by what card was laid out, in what position it was in and in relation to the other cards around it. Details in the form of images and feelings began to come to me. Accompanying that, I started to hear a high pitched sound and my body began to tremble. At this point whatever the traditional meani...