I Was Releived To Hear It. I’ve never instantly thought “good” when hearing of someone’s death. I knew the woman bothered me with a passion, but I was surprised by my reaction. Even with regards to how much she angered me, I wish I didn’t have that reaction.

Not only did she bother me, but I was floored that people didn’t have enough sense or skill to find her completely untrustworthy. I first saw something involving her when I was around ten. I knew then that she was bad news. It was her behaviour, yes, but just by looking at her, I knew, and so I expected everyone else to know. But, no. She was famous, drones upon drones believed and literally bought her s**t.

Yes, I believe in psychics. I did then, I do now. I’m not one, but even so, how could people not see what I saw? It delighted me when her misinterpretations were eventually given some spotlight. Not enough to waver die-hard fans, not early enough to prevent her from becoming stinking rich off of being a bold-faced fake. Mind you, I believe that psychics make mistakes, but it was so obvious to me that she simply wasn’t a psychic. She was all smoke and mirrors, cocky and egotistical, flatly devoid of warmth or sincerity or humbleness. How could anyone see otherwise, and how could anyone trust her? It makes me cringe to know that instinct and intuition in humans is as weak as it appears to be.