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Hello AGAIN and Happy Friday the 13th!!

Today is the day to share some amazing news that the Traveling Psychic Supper Club has been working on for the past year.

I guess the best place to start is kind of what is the beginning.  I hope you’ll stay with me…and if you Started with me, I hope you’ll add anything I’ve forgotten!

It all kind of started with this Event, which brings me full circle today – This was my first event with the Driskill hotel, which I had always seen as a PINNACLE.  I wanted to do something there, but wasn’t sure if I should, like it was too soon after starting the supper club which had just begun in July.  But Lacey was there and said, why not?  WHY NOT THIS YEAR?

So I went with it.

Then I went to a marketing/PR meeting because I kinda suck at that stuff – where I met Dave Mazner of  http://www.meetup.com/PRoverCoffee-Austin/ here in Austin, I told him what I did and he told me to contact

http://austin.culturemap.com/  that they would love what I do and be into the Supper Club.  I did the next day and Michael Graupmann wrote this amazing article.  Which would be instrumental in my/our future and I didn’t even know it.   The Driskill dinners were a huge success and I now work closely with the Driskill on public and private dinners.  I’m having one tonight, in fact!  What better night than Friday the 13th?

So  around Thanksgiving I wrote this:

http://travelingpsychicsupperclub.com/2012/11/24/making-it-happen-chopped-and-motor-coaches/

This is how fast things happen if you let them.

I wrote that post on November 24, 2012.

On December 5, 2012 I got a phone call from a director named David Sauvage .  He had been commissioned to create a pitch about a show about psychics and food by a major Cable Network.  This is David.  He’s awesome!

David and his Production Partner Andrew Bly flew out to meet us for a dinner.  It was at the Driskill.  It was amazing.  David and Andrew were both “one of us”.  Some stuff happened, then we had a tiny setback that wasn’t a setback at all, just a blip and we moved forward.  Someone amazing stepped forward and we were back on track.  We made a plan to start the ball rolling on a production reel and they came out and filmed it in April.  I wrote about it here: http://travelingpsychicsupperclub.com/2013/05/14/psychic-tv-behind-the-scenes-aprils-dinner-at-moonshine/

Then they left, we kept in touch, some stuff happened, Summer happened. The footage was edited and shown to some people – but a lot of them didn’t get it.  So we kept working (David, Andrew and their guys – they kept working.)  We kept having dinners, doing readings, swimming, enjoying our kids/families/LIFE and this amazing wonderful summer of 2013.

Somewhere in there, I got a radio show with an AMAZING online Paranormal Radio community called www.paramaniaradio.com.  Thank you very much to very talented astrologer and Supper Club member Donna Woodwell for making that connection!

During this time, I was still talking to David, and our conversations became much more frequent.  We ended up collaborating on a regular basis, he would say this is what I have – this is where we are, and we would talk and I would channel and we would decifer the information that came in.  And we would go in the direction we were led.  And a very clear direction emerged.  The individual with the right energy emerged so we moved towards that.

Then Susan, Lacey and I went to Boston.  I wrote about that here: https://ifyoucouldseewhatihear.wordpress.com/2013/08/10/so-im-baaaaccckkkk/

We did a radio show from there which was fun.  You can listen to that here:http://paramaniaradio.com/extras/ondemand.php?ondemanddir=Traveling%20Psychic%20Supper%20Club&getfile=Traveling%20Psychic%20Supper%20Club%20-%20Lacey%20Givins%20and%20Susan%20Eischhorn%2020130725.mp3

Our trip to Boston really created a whole new level of energy, even though it involved only Lacey, Susan and myself, it solidified something for all of us.  It was a tipping point and the GAME WAS ON.  By going to Boston, we had, as David says, Put our stake in the ground.

While we were in Boston I had lots of phone calls with David, conversations with Kelly, Lacey and Susan.  Kirby pretty much chills and we fill him in later.  That’s just how Kirby rolls.  He grounds us.  He’s rad.

We were getting offers to partner from some different production companies but the fits weren’t there.  None of they were who I had seen.  I held off on dropping the hammer, and David agreed.  This partnership has been amazing, and correct.  BUT We weren’t there yet.  And these were amazing companies, each and every one.  But it wasn’t right yet.  The correct Tetris blocks hadn’t fallen yet.  The right block would fall right from the top, didn’t need to be twisted or turned, and it would be perfect.

Then it fell.  The right person got it.  And not just got it, but GOT IT.  The right block appeared and fell into place.

So if you’ve stuck with me this far here is the announcement:

I am proud to announce that the Traveling Psychic Supper Club is partnering with the Weinstein Company to create our TV Show.   Some stuff needs to happen between now and then, but it will, and I’ll be heading to New York to pitch the show to networks alongside my Director, Collaborator and Friend, David Sauvage and Harvey Weinstein, who I have yet to meet, but am already excited to connect to this amazing ball of energy.  Things are coming together, and we are here to do the work.  I hope you’ll visit back to see the progress on the project, which I am excited to now openly share.  There is so much energy behind this, and I appreciate the energy that the group, David and Andrew and everyone associated with them – Josh, Alexi, my Hernandez family that I come from, my immediate family – Jim, Pic and Elena, my TPSC Family here in Austin, my extended family at Paramania Radio, and my psychic family that is only growing all over the country.  Everyone who has worked with us on this side, AND the other, Adam and Paige – Love to all you guys.   This is only growing and getting better.

There is work to be done.  I’m here to make things happen, and I don’t mess around.  Thank you to everyone who is behind me and the Traveling Psychic Supper Club.

Perfect timing:  3:33pm

This is how I feel right now.  Can’t Hold Us.  SO many things about this song speak to me on so many levels.  And it’s just wicked fun, when I hear it I move.  My city’s behind me.  And anyone who knows me knows I’m like when you give a little speed to a Great White Shark on Shark Week.  Macklemore’s flag says The Heist.  Mine’s just got an EYE.

Thanks everybody and have an amazing weekend.  Love to you all, Love from Texas

It’s been forever since I’ve written anything here, thoughts have been coming in and out for sure, just not making it to the page.  A lot has gone on in the last month.  I’ll go into that later at some point…but specifically in the past 15 hours I’ve had a proverbial Psychic “shot in the arm”.  So if this writing is a little rusty, I’m trying to just get back into it, so forgive me if this is a bumpy ride…

Long Island Medium started again last night which I sat down and watched some of with my daughter after an exhausting Mother’s Day (hope all you Moms out there had a great day!)  It gave me a couple of different boosts…While watching the show I’m picking up my own cues from the person being read.  I enjoy watching LIM for that reason, it’s kind of like an opportunity to read, without any kind of pressure (that I place on myself) during a reading to “say the right thing”.  Not that I ever know what that is anyway.  Usually “the right thing” is the kookiest thing that could possibly come out of my mouth!

Case in point.

Last night I had a very vivid dream – that included a sink and my favorite Beastie Boy.  And (in the dream) that Beastie Boy’s cousin.  Upon waking, someone’s face/name popped into my head.  In my world, this only means one thing.  I’ve got a phone call to make.  A very weird phone call.

(And no, my psychic phone is not a red rotary phone,

but I like this picture much more than a boring old Iphone sitting on the counter.  It makes me laugh)

So before saying anything else, I’ve got to say this.  Yes, it’s weird.  It’s uncomfortable. It’s not something I want to do, call someone and say…”Uh, Hey, UM…What’s up, yea, I had this dream that I’m supposed to tell you about…” – Luckily this is someone who knows me “psychically”  – which it sounds like it would, but it doesn’t really make it any easier.  Even as a psychic, I second guess myself.  I say, “Yea, that’s crazy – I’m not going to say that!”   but like I tell EVERYBODY ELSE, you can’t judge it.  Judging it pushes it away.  Second guessing it, nope, can’t do it.  Maybe it’s not for you to get.  In my case, it’s never for me to get.  It’s for the receiver.  I’m just the messenger.  I will say it’s easier for me to give a message to someone who has actually COME TO ME for information, more than someone I  just out of the blue have to call on a Monday.

But here’s the kicker.  The information made sense to the person it was meant for.  And it addressed a question.  The sink was almost thrown in there for me, as a validation.   And THAT’S Pretty Freakin’ Awesome.  So what does this mean for you?  This cryptic story about dreams and not second guessing yourself?  It means if you have a feeling that you need to share something, share it.  If you see an opportunity, take it.  Even if it feels absolutely crazy.

So I’ve figured it out.  As Adam Yauch got older, he started to remind me of someone and I couldn’t ever put my finger on it.  But then I was watching the Charlie Rose interview tonight and he turned a certain way, and it hit me – Mr. Rogers.  Here’s the younger versions of both:

 

 

 

 

 

Now I’m not saying they look alike or anything, but there’s something there.  Now here they are older:

AGAIN, they DON’T look alike, but I think it’s the gentleness, a caring, the openness and thoughtfulness that shines through. That’s what I see. From Fred Rogers (who I’ve always deeply adored) it was his wholehearted passion and caring towards children.  With Yauch it was the expression of self that comes through the music that to me is timeless.  And in later years the maturity and evolution that came with his work to free Tibet.   If I could put my finger on it, I think that’s what it would be.  When I saw that one little motion that made it click – Mr. Rogers!!  I felt a feeling of peace and joy.  I felt not so mad about the loss of such an oddly integral part of my life – even be it through music.  I felt a little less mad, and a little more hopeful.  I felt giddy at even the IDEA of a Yauch/Rogers collaboration, if that’s going on somewhere, out there then HELL’S YEAH, I’m on board with THAT – I mean, who wouldn’t be?

OK, so I know I’m always talking about how when someone dies they are done with what they are supposed to do here, and they are just taking the next step on the path, I just had that EXACT conversation yesterday.  And I do really believe that, and I know it’s true.  But right now I don’t care about that. This sucks.

I grew up listening to the Beastie Boys.  Their music is like a soundtrack to my life, as so many other people have said today. I remember being a sheltered Catholic School girl in Middle School and hearing Licensed to Ill and just thinking – what the hell is this, who are these guys?? –  in High School driving around blasting Paul’s Boutique on CASSETTE with all my windows down, head bobbin’. When my kids were tots and other moms were driving around listening to freakin’ BARNEY and Wiggles and whatever such shit, my little ones were cold chillin’ to Brass Monkey and Hey Ladies, singing along to Funky Boss.  Any road trip included at least one full play of Paul’s Boutique.  Still does.  DAMN IT!! I’m sad and lonely feeling and stupid emotional – not because I care one bit about celebrities – I’m not into that, but because I feel like a childhood friend died.  It’s crazy.  Not only am I sad for that piece of the past it feels like is lost, but for all the bad ass music I won’t be hearing in the future that Adam Yauch would have had a hand in putting out there.

 

I’m bummed.  I’m bummed my kids won’t see them live.  I was stoked when I heard they were touring this last time around, looking forward to buying ticket and going as a family, so the kids could see this freakin’ phenominal band I had (as well as they had) grown up with.  But that’s not to be.  I’m about as equally bummed out about it as I am that I never got to see Johnny Cash play live.  Actually more.  But I am glad that I got to see them a few times, getting a bloody nose at one show.  Hung out with them after another, shared a meal after even another.  What a great bunch of guys.  To me at least, just nice.  Jeez, this blows.

 

Today I was driving with my husband and we made it to Pass the Mic before I got teary.  I was sad and mad at the same time.  When I was a kid and Elvis died, my mom cried.  Now I fully understand why.  Now my mom was crazy about Elvis, but it was more than that.  Now I get it.  The music is just kind of a part of who you are.  What a beautiful and crazy thing.

I know that cancer is just a vehicle, doing what it’s supposed to do to relieve the body of it’s soul, but I’m pissed at cancer right now.  It’s done it’s job – and taken my favorite Beastie Boy – the one with the best voice, and that quirky little smile.  I know you’re doing your thing somewhere else, somewhere, soaring.  That’s great for everyone there, but for now, it really sucks for us.

No matter how old I am when Paul Revere comes on, I crank it, the windows go down, my head bobs and I’m 20 again.

Thanks MCA for the good times.  Namaste.

 

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