You can’t always get what you want…

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“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”
Hamlet, William Shakespeare

Much as I’m practical and take life day by day, I know there are portals we can access for insight. From time to time I avail myself of them, akin to getting a preview of exam questions, to prepare. The effect is limited because although I may gain a little insight, there’s some things that can’t be changed.

Dreams have informed me at their will for as long as I can remember. On occasion when I’ve been stuck and couldn’t see the way forward, or had an inkling and needed more information – dream messages not being evident, the fault possibly mine for not paying attention – I’ve consulted psychic counsellors whose clues may be similarly indirect.

Consulting my horoscope is easy, just a click away. I’m not such a sap that I’m looking for specifics, but a general feel of the planetary influences of the day, week, month as might apply to my particular circumstances. I’ve learnt from experience that communiqués from clairvoyants, horoscopes and dreams may resemble Chinese whispers, and you need to take them with a dash of soy sauce.

On the menu:

SagittariusA clairvoyant advised me you will have 2 children although that metaphorical boat had sailed and was 1000 miles off the coast.

Frequently the advice I received was patience, keep doing what you’re doing things will move forward.

I was given information you will buy a house and move north not too far in the future. It didn’t happen right then but a couple of years later the opportunity arose and I acted quickly.

I also received timely advice be diligent in financial affairs which set off a chain of events that obliged my then husband to disclose questionable financial dealings.

I was advised do not take the job option that’s in the air, take the next… and almost 10 years later, I’m still in the next job. It became apparent the first option was only ever hot air.

My favourite information was at the end of a session when I had 5 minutes to fill in, I asked about my sister who was a teenager at the time. The reply was she will rebel and disrupt the family. I thought… not unless she changes a lot. Her style is to make things right not make them wrong. A couple of things I learnt about psychic advice is never rely on the timing… spirit messengers don’t have earthly calendars, and they don’t say more than they need to. Anyway, the information was right, and my sister has the honor of being the first (and to date, only) vegan within our omnivorous family.

Ditto, the ubiquitous Daily Stars’ message you will experience conflicts with children isn’t for me to take literally. My encounters with actual children are infrequent and ephemeral.

Last week my Sagi horoscope suggested not taking a risk is riskier than taking a risk. My risks are off mountain climbing in the Himalayas because at chez EllaDee dullness is the status quo.

This week  it’s “Something new and exciting lies on the horizon for you so don’t be freaked out if you’re seeing big changes ahead. Actually, the signs are all pointing to any changes being very beneficial for you”. I wonder how long until the literal big boat of change sails. I’ve had my bags packed for well over a year.

I’m a gun with my lucky gold coin, tossing it for heads or tails guidance, footy tipping selections – augmenting its real purpose of activating supermarket trolleys.

For a while I indulged in my own variety of divination by water bird omens. I miss those heady 4 pelican days.

A convincing dream over a decade ago, where I was in the local newsagency with my sister and grasped a $9.6 million Lotto cheque in my hand hasn’t yet transmuted to reality.

I’ve also been the recipient of helpful messages from, I assume, my personal spirit guides. They come in the form of the 4D knowing accompanying the cryptic crossword clues of my dreams – a feeling, sixth sense or message.

The magic moment that looms large in my mind is the one that promoted mine and the G.O.’s worlds from parallel to merged. Waiting at the lift, about an hour late leaving the office, the words “ring the G.O.” sounded loud in my head. As I exited the building, I pressed his number in my phone. Answering, he said he was in Sydney for another couple of days working, had left his wallet with my contact details at home but did I want to have a drink and dinner the next night… like he’d been waiting for the phone to ring. Sometimes he makes me wonder, that man.

The houses and cars I’ve bought have been accompanied by that knowing.

Remarkable, many years ago upon seeing a little green weatherboard house advertised in the real estate agency window I thought I’ll get it for $104,000. Not paying attention to the knowing, starting the negotiation process I offered $114,000. The response from the real estate agent was No, the vendors will only accept $104,000. Right. Fine by me.

In need of a new car my then husband constantly suggested vehicular candidates of his predilection, all of which I rebuffed. One Sunday afternoon my next car enticed me along an alternate route where I would drive by its car yard, and know there she is. Over 10 years later, we’re still together.

The results are no always so dramatic, it can be a simple as knowing to turn left to find an empty parking lot car space. Random thoughts I didn’t pay attention to… shop at Surry Hills, turn out as knowing messages, such as I realise during the 20 minutes I spend stuck in traffic within sight of the entrance to the Marrickville shopping centre last week.

“You can’t always get what you want
But if you try sometimes well you might find
You get what you need.” The Rolling Stones