And you wonder why psychics get a bad rap sometimes. Man.
I saw a newspaper article in a local Minneapolis paper today that tarot card reader Miguel Antonio Garcia Garro, also known as "The Maestro," told two young clients that, in order to "examine their energy" they would need to have sex on his desk while he waited in the other room. Then they were to wipe up and submit their drippings to him for analysis. (Go here for more details: http://www.startribune.com/467/story/969423.html)
Thank heavens Garro wrapped their used towelettes in tin foil! Otherwise a true and proper scientific analysis would have been in jeopardy!
This may sound sick and wrong to you. Perhaps that's because it is, on its face, sick and wrong. And that's quite enough for me to begin a rare but inspired rant. But wait, there's more!
Garro allegedly videotaped the whole thing. Oh, yeah, and one of his clients was a minor.
Enter 6 felony charges. "The Maestro" is looking at 52 years in the slammer.
Oh, this disturbs me to my core. Right down to the quick. But not for the reasons you think. Read on.
Many of you know that, when I started this psychic gig, I had two rules: (1) the phenomenon displayed had to be real and verifiable and (2) it had to help both my clients and humanity-at-large. (Nobody ever accused me of thinking small!)
There were, and still are, times when I chafe under the title "psychic" precisely because of the mental fish hooks goofballs like The Maestro set in the collective memory. To be blunt, obvious frauds like this guy give all psychic practitioners a bad name.
But what about the clients? It took 5 episodes of being asked to have sex on a desk in some dingy office in Minneapolis for the couple to suspect something was amiss. 5 times?!? The female client (the 16-year-old), finally noticed what she thought was a stereo speaker, but turned out to be a video camera attached to a VCR in the back room.
So let me set the stage: a 16-year-old girl and her 19-year-old boyfriend solicit the advice of a tarot card reader calling himself The Maestro operating out of some storefront in Minneapolis . They are asked to have sex on his desk and then submit their bodily fluids to said Maestro for energetic analysis (all for the bargain basement price of $750!). The kids become suspicious after their 5th "session" when they spy a camera which turns out to be spying on them.
What tha?
Whew. Deep breath... Relax...
Outside of the obvious and sundry details, it really bothers me that people are so out of touch with their intuitive sense that a situation like this would be possible even once, let alone five times.
It also bothers me that people are so out of touch with their innate intuitive senses that they look to those who are so apparent in their depravity for "saving."
It bothers me that the real and good work that people are doing is lost in a constant slurry of published gore and hate and damp desktops.
So, I beg of you, if someone asks you to cross an obvious personal boundary in the name of things spiritual or energetic, run--don't walk--the other way. Then report them to the police, Better Business Bureau, Rotary, your grumpy mother-in-law, and each and every stranger you meet.
And then, in a moment of quiet, remember that you and only you can make permanent change in your life. You're a more powerful influence in your own life than any psychic, or card reader, or astrologer, or guru. You are infinitely wise. You are beautiful. You are perfect!
And me? Well, I'm just coming down off this rant.
Thanks for listening.
