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Ever want to know? Really know? This past weekend’s your chance, but the continuing effort and its imaginative imaging carries forward. The (two) enlightened will tell you. And here is a backstory of what you might find, Going Beyond To Seek The Truth! As Halloween and its spritely spirit awaits. Its spirituality too. And the wisdom will not be abated.

Ever wanted to get an awareness of your-life-situation “reading.” Of what you maybe should have already known. But needed proper and proprietorial guidance. Here you go, Oct. 20 and 21, as the first weekend of many Halloween festivities rolls out in Hudson.

Here, further down in this post, is a testimonial. Its given in spades. And in the cards. Of your Queen? And you are her King, metamorphically? Back to it now Jack. And you might find it hard to hide your black cards, even if you think you are able. The Aces here are very, very high in their measure. Sometimes the stakes are too.

 

— And if you didn’t get your inner freak out now, go to Ziggy’s Hudson on Saturday night, that being the 21st, when the featured band that’ll be showcasing its greatest songs, such as in its telling name, is Show Me Your Hits. Get your mind out of the gutter. As when I profiled the somewhat-such-titled band (slightly edited) Some Hitty Cover Band.

On a different front, on Halloween and its clothings. I hope you’re all ears. At the Hudson Public Library on Monday, that being the 23rd, get there from 6-8 p.m. and be shown by those who help us read well but even do so much more, how to use quilled paper and “craft around” and make holiday earrings. Also for those who will listen, so many area churches offer events that take a play on the trick or treat theme, and one on the south end of River Falls calls it trunk or treat, and also get in some evangelization on the cusp of All Saints Day. —
So no more procrastinating on the main theme of this post, as it would be bad karma, (OK too easy a joke for my “enhanced” standards). The coming Halloween is your time and indeed kingdom now come. Show up in the 400 block of Second Street, (midblock), on the west side, (more on that below), at two times this evening weekend, and reach closer to full enlightenment? Two different psychics, paired perfectly, will give you such a reading, and the price will likely be right. But beware … In a good way. Few if any tricks.
Such parties are merely a portal. Experience-learned people who provide such wisdom are really and fully behind building a broader clientele, not just for profit, but for prophet. And its prophecy. Laden to helping people with their ongoing lives.
The joy is not in the dollar, but the great fodder it brings. They are really into helping people carry on in this world, against odds, with insight only they and theirs can offer. But psychics are not an end-all, but a means toward a better end. You have to know, just and exactly, how to work with them, for best result, and that will be covered in later posts. So stay tuned.
I now reference a — now-dead by this hand — man who helped me massively in my pain and quest. It all started with an episode such as these being hawked in this post, that changed and thus possibly even saved my life, and a love. It all occurred, many years ago, at a venue only two blocks down, south, from what will happen this weekend.
A man at the far end of Pudge’s, that is what it was called then, was shooting pool, another fave of his. A mate deviated from the back room, with its multiple tables, and said that there is a new guy in town, and he just opened up a psychic shop. Could I write up a new business story for the paper? To show me he was the real deal, he would first show me, in full form, and demonstrate the salt of his earth.
What entailed in the next half-hour would literally — if somewhat metamorphically — save my life. He nailed my very life situation, point by point, for 19 of the next 20 minutes he talked. (The rest was the dearth of NFL football, love the Packers). Then verily, he took a great big and heaving breath, as best he could. And then he told me, lets take a break and get through Christmas, then come back and make an appointment and see me, as I have so much more to say. And he very much did. Later, and unfolding.
So it started. Although I can offer no implicit guarantee, thus might be more of what you will encounter this Friday/Saturday. I should have known, because even this many decades earlier, in a similar situation and scenario, a psychic gave similar advice at a workish and holiday party — and promptly left the table based on what aweful things she had seen in the preliminary part of the read.
So much more of this experience I had, and many others like it, later on this bat channel. Season assumed.
But until then, get going on your Halloween this Friday and Saturday, 7 p.m. each, if you want to go back again, and see what may await you with many such readings, at a downtown enlightenment-based shop that does not want to give out its (very newly chosen) name just yet because others are thus named like it. Appease the legal beagles and their lions come Halloween. But you can find its sign on their doors and windows — see address info above — and scan that newly cool code to reserve a space.

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