I chuckled when I looked over the newspaper’s long list of “The Favourite…” winners in numerous categories. I think every newspaper and magazine has a yearly readers poll where people write in, nominating their favourite burger joint, hair stylist, chiropractor … and you name it. Yet in my weekly community newspaper, there was no category for “Favourite Psychic.”

Maybe that was a good thing.

Many years ago, I mentioned the nomination in my newsletter. Little did I know that many of my readers took me seriously, and wrote emails to the North York Mirror, nominating me for “Favourite Psychic.” So when I received a phone call from a Mirror staffer several months later congratulating me on my win, I un-psychically answered, “Huh?”

I would receive a little plaque, a mention in the newspaper – and, by the way, would I like to buy an ad in the paper thanking my clients for their votes of confidence? Caught between happiness and thankfulness about being recognized for my work, and still a little stunned at the call, I agreed to buy a small ad expressing my appreciation. I also figured the ad and honour that went with it would boost my business.

Boy, did it.

For the next two weeks, my phone didn’t stop ringing. For sure, I met and read for some lovely people – many are still my clients today – but for the most part, people who contacted me citing my newspaper win wanted to know things like:
•    When will I die?
•    What are tomorrow’s lottery numbers?
•    Is my husband/wife having an affair?
•    Where did my grandmother/aunt/uncle/etc hide their money?
•    Are demons in my house?
•    Do you contact aliens?
•    Can you put a curse on my boss?
•    How come you charge more than $25?
•    Can you guess why I’m calling you?

When my head stopped spinning, I decided I would never go through that rigmarole again. It wasn’t even fun to be famous for those Andy Warhol-like 15 minutes. Then it hit me – to those callers, I was entertainment. What I did wasn’t serious work to them, it was amusement. Thinking that, I felt cheapened, and promised myself I would never work another bachelorette or corporate holiday party again. (Though I have volunteered my services at charity events for a good cause.)

I decided to go back to doing what I loved to be doing: Serving spirit one client at a time. Empowering people with their lives by helping them connect with their friends and loved ones that had passed.

It took bit of time until things returned to normal – whatever normal is in this profession – and I happily read for people who appreciated my work. And as I connected with these lovely folks who came to me from all religions, regions and walks of life via telephone or Skype, my eyes occasionally went to the “Favourite Psychic” plaque on my wall. And I’d smile to myself, glad that the craziness was over.

Until the next year, when a bunch of people nominated me all over again.

But this time, I didn’t buy an accompanying ad. Perhaps that miffed somebody at the newspaper, because the following year, there was no “Favourite Psychic” category for people to vote for. When I saw that the Mirror had eliminated that grouping, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Today, there are only two types of recognition I prize. Recognition from my peers when I encounter them, and the Thank You cards I get from clients now and then. Whenever I receive a card, I pin it to the bulletin boards on my wall. Those precious tokens of appreciation that mean so much more to me than plaques, banners and my name in the local newspaper.

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