You know those songs, books, interviews and so on where various people in the public eye groan and moan about not being seen as they are; you know, as a real person?
They can never trust anyone new on the scene; never know if the person is genuinely interested in them or only interested in what they can provide for the new ‘friend’ in question?
Know what I call these poor unfortunate people who have ‘friends’ approaching them just to glory in their exalted presence?
I call them lucky bastards.
Because I and every psychic, seer, medium, and Oracle are not people; didn’t you know?
When you grab a candle when the lights go out, it’s because you want to see your way forward without breaking your neck on the damned shoes the kids left on the stairs.
Or maybe because you left your own shoes on the stairs; who cares?
You don’t note the unique pattern of each candle you burn while the electric company sends out their vanguard; again, all you want is to see your way forward and avoid any obstacles in your path.
Which is traditionally what Oracles are; candles that give you what warmth and light they can before you no longer need their light.
You don’t realize the candle is jaded and cynical when you hold it, unless you tilt the fucking thing and it sprays you with burning hot wax; then you might hold a grudge.
The candle sure as shit does.
Is this because I’m the Oracle for quite a few people?
Sure it is.
Because no Oracle in recorded history is known for their slamming social life or vast network of loyal friends.
Instead, they are known for their sight.
No name assigned; even the Delphic Oracle; who is referred to as a she, but her name is not commonly mentioned; if it’s even known…anymore than the other Oracles names that time has produced.
Oh they were important; we can glean that much from history.
But they were prized for their ability to see; not to be.
So it is with those of us who walk today, and because of it, I find myself at a crossroads I arrive at regularly every year.
It is my choice if I can recover some enthusiasm for another crop of callers should I go forward with the next season of Psychically Correct.
I like my callers; don’t get me wrong.
I like helping them with their problems, and showing another side to every Oracle; the side that contains (gasp) a real, foul mouthed person who calls it like she sees it.
This is not what people expect in their Oracle; but it is vastly entertaining, I gather.
People have been consistently shocked for six or seven seasons of the show; guests entertained, and what’s more, other entertainers and metaphysicians invite me on their show…and why do they do this?
Because they see a person, not an Oracle; they deserve more credit than you know for this.
My beloved Tweeps, as I call them; the people I know and adore on Twitter (you know who you are…and there are A LOT of you) know me as a person first, and don’t even think about the Oracle bit of things…well, most of the time it works that way.
Every now and again someone wants the Oracle, and asks a question; I suppose they figure I owe it to them.
A lot of people figure the Oracle is for the good of all, so why not use it?
Same thing happens on Facebook, where I have a smaller cluster of good friends, clients, and people i just flat out like.
It doesn’t matter where I turn; there are always a few who want the Oracle, not the person.
Some are friends hailing back to grade and middle school; once we reconnect they have lots of questions needing answers; why recently one called into the show believing preferential treatment would be shown, then added insult to injury by leaving a voicemail on my personal number and when she didn’t get her answer fast enough; she texted me.
Some are friends I’ve chatted with online for years as a person… when they find out I’m the local Oracle the email hits my inbox; asking if I have a minute to ‘help’ with some issues that have come up.
A few are people who know exactly what I do for a living, and decide one fine day they’ll do me the great favor of consulting me…without paying any inconvenient fees, of course.
Because they are my friends.
Some make a friend request on facebook and then email to ask me to see their future…and for the love of God, provide more details, not less.
A few are psychic/medium colleagues who should know better, but don’t.
All expect the Oracle to answer.
This Oracle doesn’t.
Unlike superstars in the public eye, I don’t have anyone willing to bask in my exalted presence.
What I do have is a lot of people willing to take every minute of time that I have to function as their own personal candle shielding them against the darkness.
Amazing how few realize the most important step to take in the event you need a candle to protect you from the dark and unknown.
At some point; you have to light it.