Perhaps because of retro-fifties moldy tomes that still hang around like The Rules, I get plentiful calls from women fearful about relationships. Even ones who are otherwise strong and capable, of any sexual orientation, still ask stuff like, “Did I say too much?” “Should I have been more coy?” or “Why didn’t I play it cooler?”
But the forces of karma need no manipulation. After all these readings to all kinds of people, I know one thing for sure: if you’re destined to be with someone, nothing can stop it. You won’t need to rope, trick or drug them into loving you. Those books that leave women terrified of just being themselves are somehow both tragic and hilarious at once.
A psychic teacher of mine used to say, “Karma is like a train. When it pulls up, it’s almost impossible not to get on. And, for that matter, not to stay on until the last stop. For better or worse.”