Not long ago, I joined Fiverr. Fiverr is an app where you can sell the service you offer beginning at just $5. I needed some extra cash while in between jobs and thought I could offer tarot readings and channelings.
The endeavor was short-lived, however, and after only a handful of readings, I turned my account profile from ‘Seller Mode’ to ‘Buyer Mode. Having to do a 15-20 minute reading within a three-day time frame for only $5 was exhausting. Plus, I started working at Chartwell’s not long after starting and the hours were pouring in. There was just no time.
Making this change in my Fiverr status would turn off any capability to have anyone send me new requests.
Or so I thought.
When I received an email notification a couple days after I thought I was done selling on Fiverr telling me I had a new request, I was bummed. I ignored it. At first…
On day three when the buyer had not heard from me, she sent me a message via the app asking me if I was sure I could not do this reading for her. Her mother, Vondra, had passed away a year ago to the day she was sending that message.
I messaged back that I was done on Fiverr, but that if she emailed me, I would be happy to give her an extended reading. Fifteen minutes is not enough time to produce a good, solid channeling for my seekers anyway.
Wait, before I continue, I just received a message from a Quora scammer. We know this is a scammer because they spelled their name wrong. They also begin with, ‘hello’.
Let’s have some fun, shall we?
Miss Jessical Weaver just sent this message to me. My response is in blue.
Let’s see what they say. I will keep you posted.
Anyhoo, Dacia, my Fiverr seeker, was looking to get any messages from her mother Vondra who passed away a year ago. Dacia emailed me some questions she had for her mother. Though I told Dacia I would do it that night, I waited until the next morning.
I caught hell for it, too. Miss Vondra, all morning in my head, “Girl, when you gonna get started?”
Swear to God. This energy was impatient and feisty. I liked her already.
After a very cool and successful channeling, Dacia confirmed her mother was an impatient woman. She sent me a $50 tip and even mentioned what I did for her was worth more than $50. A day later, I received an email from her that her sisters would also be interested in readings.
Fast forward two months to about a week ago. Dacia sends me an email with one of her sisters’ names, Billie Johnson, and a list of questions. I tell her I can take care of it this coming up weekend. Saturday comes and goes. Sunday rolls around and I do not feel like getting out of bed. Not depressed, just not motivated to do anything. I especially, for some reason, did not want to do this reading.
I had no idea why.
Now that I think about it, I just realized Miss Vondra was not hounding me to do this reading like she hounded me to hurry up on her daughter Dacia’s reading.
It was not until much later in the day, when I got up to shower and get started. I was on the toilet when I heard it loud and clear, “I don’t have anything to say to her.”
How much you wanna bet that was the reason I have not had it in me to do this reading?
Feeling that I had to at least be sure, I sat down and saged the hell out of my space. I asked:
“Spirit, are we ready to do Billie’s reading?” NO
“Miss Vondra, are you here with me now?” YES
“Miss Vondra, you don’t want me to do this reading, do you?” NO
And that was that. Over and done. There was no way I was going to get anything out of her. Also, I did not want to go around her by pulling tarot cards to get the messages. I would have probably gotten a lot of fluff with the cards and she would have ended up haunting me for the rest of my life. Who wants that? I sure as hell don’t.
I recorded this short video explaining to Dacia that I was unable to complete her sister Billie’s request to channel her mother’s energy. Next, I sent her the link along with a short email:
I was not fast enough.
Dacia explained to me that their mother, Vondra, had been struggling with M.S. for the last fifteen years. Her final five were the worst. Dacia’s two other sisters stopped offering any type of support for their mother. Dacia was the one who took care of her. I felt like her mother was holding on to some kind of grudge. With Dacia on the phone, I asked a couple of quick questions with my pendulum for Dacia:
“Miss Vondra, if Billie apologized to you, would you reconsider giving her a reading with me?” YES
There we go. Progress.
Dacia and I chatted on the phone for a few minutes. I let her know I would be here for the reading when Billie makes peace with her mother, even if just in silent prayer.
But dude…trip out on that, huh?
Oh! And my scammer got back to me.
We’ll see what happens.
I’m gonna post. Laters twin flamers.