Psychics the Flintstones and the Economy

As a divorce attorney I sometimes though not always equate myself with a fortune teller. Once a potential client comes to speak with me I can pretty much determine whether or not they will be back to see me or another attorney and begin divorce proceedings. No, I don't have any statistical data on this but usually based on the types of questions asked of me I know if this is a chronic issue that will not be resolved or merely a "bitch" session as if I'm a free therapist allowing the individual to vent and complain about their spouse for 15 minutes or so.

We all would like to know things about our future and I am no exception. My Achilles heel is the Psychic world. No not the cheap fortune tellers on the boardwalk at Atlantic City, or the ladies who advertise out of their rented store fronts. I am not that proud to admit I spend ridiculous amounts of money when I choose to hear from the dead and seek out the masters of their field. Last week I treated my mother to a galley session with the very well known John Edward. Not to be confused with the politician John Edwards, with whom my confused son thought I was going to see but couldn't fathom why.

John Edward is a Long Island born and raised Psychic with amazing abilities,as one can ascertain from watching his television show and the ticket price he commands shows he his stature and demand. Looking for a present for my mother is getting increasingly more difficult now that she and my father can no longer travel, so when I saw that Edward was local and the date was on my deceased grandmother's birthday, I thought I was receiving a sign that we should attend this Galley reading.

The tickets and the website make it quite clear that even though you are paying an outrageous amount of money that no one is guaranteed a reading. Thinking however, that all the stars were in alignment and being the eternal optimist I am, I was sure that John would be calling up my deceased family to talk with me. I should have known however, upon our arrival that it would be a disappointing evening in that although we weren't' late the only seats available were in the last row. As a veteran watcher of the show however, I knew that if John was going to read me he would find me in the bathroom if my relatives were persistent enough.

Watching Edward go from family to family, all around us to no avail I started to become somewhat despondent. My friend who also joined us in this adventure attempted to raise my spirits by indicating that perhaps my dead relatives had nothing to say to me! Then when all I thought we would never get a reading John asked a group of people in front what the Flintstones reference meant to them. Seeing my golden opportunity I started to raise my hand and jump from the back row knowing John was looking for me. "What are you doing??" my mother gasped as she pulled my hand down. "Flintstones...that's us!! I almost yelled." "What are you saying?" asked my very concerned friend. "Barbera" I said, "The Flinstones were a Hanna-Barbera Production." I always say that when people mispronounce our name, as if I have two first names: Barbra. "No", claimed my friend, "listen he is all the way up there not back here...and he is asking for a Bam Bam or Pebbles."

Lost opportunity I still say, for I am sure that the reference was a meek relative throwing a curve ball out there. No we weren't read that night but my psychic abilities tell me we were supposed to be, just as they are telling me this slow divorce season brought on by the slow economy is just temporary.

It's a quality of life decision I tell all of my prospective clients. You can choose to stay miserable or move on and become happy. Divorce is certainly not cheap and should not be decided upon on a whim. But unlike the choice to see a psychic, seeking out a divorce attorney should be a well thought out decision. In that I don't see dead people or spirits during a consultation I can see when a party is miserable and would do well to seek a better life. Those in bad situations need to get over their guilt of breaking up dysfunctional families and find the money necessary to make their lives and the lives of their children healthier and happier. It was amazing to me that a psychic like John Edward was able to pack that room at $175.00 per head with no guarantees. I guess people find the money when they want to but not always when they need to.