PSYCHIC SISTER

Friday is named for the goddesses Frigga and Freya harbingers of love, marriage, and prophecy. Fridays were celebrated with weddings and lovemaking and the celebration of the goddess and the crone. Christianity came crashing down and banished the goddesses to the mountaintops declaring them witches. Fridays became days for executions. The bible was writ with tragic events that happened upon a Friday. And a thousand superstitions are born. Don’t cut your nails on a Friday. Don’t get married on a Friday. Don’t visit your doctor on a Friday. Clothing made on a Friday will never fit.

There are thirteen moon cycles within one cycle of the sun, which is why ancient cultures associated the number 13 with femininity. There are 13 witches in a coven. There is no 13th floor, there is no 13th street. The number 13 is almost universally feared in culturally Christian countries.

Friday the 13th was therefore especially sacred. People would stay home and make love all day to honor the goddess of desire. Thus fear and superstition were drawn around that day to keep joy, pleasure, and goddess worship constrained.

If you are in need of a Psychic Reading come to us!

We have a psychic working all day, every day at the shop! Her name is the Psychic Starlet and she is the world’s greatest psychic jukebox. Answering your questions in the form of popular song, she is a great oracle for all queries great and small.

Do you want to go deeper? Psychic Sister has a human psychic at the shop 2 days a week. Currently Lisa Holm is joining us on Fridays offering intuitive readings from 1-6pm for people and pets. Her rates are $25/15 minutes and $50/30 minutes. Find out more about Lisa and her incredible work here.

Or join us for Psychic Salons on Sunday afternoons! From 12-6 Psychic Sister hosts a rotating psychic or intuitive from the community.

April 8: Andro & Lucifine read Tarot

April: 15: Tarot with G. Kay Christy

April 22: Cards with Madame Adams

April 29: Tarot with Jesse, Sarika, & Carla

We have a jukebox, the Starlet, and we love her. Presumed to be the only Psychic Jukebox in the universe, she answers your question through popular song. Sometimes she lets you know that you’re on the right track, sometimes she nudges you back on track, and sometimes she cuts right through the bullshit and stares right into your soul.

I know this because I tried to subvert the Starlet. I tried to subvert her and I failed. As I listened to her answers, I grew to love some of the songs, and wanted to hear them again and again. I decided to make a list of all she had to offer, to methodically track each answer she gave, so I could summon them with ease.

I started my project at A-1. I dutifully plugged in ascending numbers, carefully transcribing song titles as each played. As the days went by and my list lengthened, I noticed something puzzling. The answers were changing. Perhaps you don’t believe me, and I don’t know if I would either, but I can assure you that The Psychedelic Furs jumped both letters and numbers and that when I tried to conjure up “leader of the pack”, it simply refused to be conjured.

What I got were answers, even when I had not gone looking for then. Even when I had expressly tried to avoid them. Even when I tried to create an entire system to guarantee that I would not hear an answer. I still heard answers, and the answers were to questions I might never have had the wherewithal to ask aloud. When I tried to listen to Billy Idol, the Starlet let me know that there was kindness in the world, and aiming for “Purple Rain”, she let me know that the only way to take back a mistake is to not make it again.

I’m glad that I was foiled. The idea of returning the Starlet to the oppressive normalcy of regular jukeboxery seems unspeakably cruel. Our starlet has a gift, and I want her to be able to use it. Have you got a question, a feeling, a burning desire? Why don’t you come in and talk to her about it. I know she can help.