I once went and saw a fortune teller only to come away feeling a lack of self-worth and disenchantment about my life. Why?
I didn’t get the answer I was seeking.

Revelling in this sorry state for a while I realised that during this brief lapse of time my mood had changed from one of optimism to now – deflation.
This caused concern.

A conversation with Norma Leigh of the 5th generation of medium psychics and it would seem my supposed average life was up for the trash pile? (Funny how Norma could fix it with a small fee for the special imported candles from Africa that would help mend the apparent malady)

However ridiculous this situation was – it taught me something I would have paid for anyway. (I guess I did get the answer I was seeking)

It taught me that if I can pay someone to tell me supposed hypothetical nonsense and feel bad – then I could save my money, tell myself some hypothetical nonsense but adjust it so that it makes me feel good. The hypothetical nonsense bit would be easy (and entertaining); the difficult part would be whether or not I chose to believe it.

Why do I listen to fools more than myself? What was it that made me pay a stranger who obviously hasn’t the faintest notion about me or my life yet I was still there paying for the privilege? More worryingly what had happened to my common-sense (and self-esteem)?

We choose to believe others when emotional content gets in the way. We take the bypass through the unknown because we wish to avoid the known, normally hoping to hear a better version than the one we’re telling ourselves.

There are plenty of people who will take your cash and tell you what you want to hear but why not save your own cash and tell yourself.

We want to believe something is right but we’re not willing to accept it, instead we validate the story by seeking out fools who tell us for a fee.

Trust yourself. I am learning. I do not necessarily like the truth but now I’m starting to realise and understand that I have the power to change it.

Truth is dependent on what we believe. If I believe something to be true, so be it.
If I purchase a crystal ball, read my own fortune and feel good then great, however, if the reverse happens and I feel bad – where does that leave me?

Truth is subjective, there is no crystal ball. There is only what we choose to believe and allow into our experience; if we choose to pay someone to provide that information – best we get their credentials first before we offer our souls as payment.

When I was trying to figure out what was real and what was false, I played a game, or rather, a kind of experiment in my head. I imagined a scenario which I will share with you here and although I am using a music producer scenario, it will be beneficial to replace ’music production’ with any profession that personally speaks to you.

So it goes like this:-

Pretend you’re a ‘professional’ music producer.

You’re sitting there being a music producer in your leather backed black chair, wheeling yourself around. (no – it’s not a wheelchair)

Are you having fun?

Good, I’m glad.

Now I want to eliminate something.
Eliminate the fact that you’ll ever going to get famous doing what you’re doing.

In this imaginary world, unfortunately (or fortunately depending on your view) fame hasn’t been invented, neither has any form of material reward. It’s a strange world for prestige doesn‘t exist, or fancy cars, or lucrative contracts, – you simply go to work, do your job, receive your pay check and go home.

The only satisfaction you derive is knowing you were able to work in your chosen profession for the day while getting paid. Oh I forgot to mention, – the pay is quite modest, it’s actually peanuts, barely enough to cover the bills and frankly it’s hardly enough to feed and clothe you – it certainly wouldn’t buy you a yacht! (remember this is an experiment, I want you to really imagine this stuff).

As for your work, no one knows who you are and no one really cares. No one knows what you do or has the slightest interest in what you do and why should they, they’re too busy preoccupied with their own agenda.
Sounds bleak and cold right? – remember, this is only an experiment, an imaginary scenario in a pretend world right?

Now I want to ask the music producer something:-

Do you still want to be a music producer?

Strip away the fame and fortune from any dream and ask yourself if you would still be happy working in that profession?

(This exercise will help you know whether you are chasing the promise of a dream or actually enjoy the work)

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