Robert E Graham's Psychic Express 800 876-0352  My home number is 610 876-0352. My cell phone number is 610 608-4579. I will try to have it on my person at all times. Online I'm tarottoy on AOL instant messenger. I can do online readings by chat or voice chat.

I'm ready to answer a couple of free questions on here.

On Monday and Tuesday nights I'm at the Italian Village in Woodlyn, PA. I'm there from Five PM until? It's a good idea to call ahead. The phone number at the Italian Village is 610 237-0200.

I am no longer at The Wharf

 I do recorded phone readings for $65.00. I can accept Visa or MasterCard.  I can then send you a CD or e-mail you the file. I also do in-person private readings at my office. They are $60 and if you bring a friend I give a ten dollar discount each. Due to health issues  I am almost recovered from my surgery and can do a couple of home parties a month. I bring my laptop and make a disc for each person. If your house has a lot of steps I will not be able to work there. Sorry,
 

Trolls and Such

Don’t believe Stephen King or any of the horror writers. They write fiction. Nothing from the psychic world can hurt you. Horror books and movies give a distorted view of the psychic world. Let me tell you what a couple of spooks really look like.

I’ve met a gnome and a troll, creatures right out of a fairy tale. Elemental is their correct name. I believe they’ve been here since before dinosaurs roamed the earth. Unlike us , gnomes and trolls live a very long time. In the distant future they will again have the earth to themselves. But they’re patient, they can wait.

Gnomes live in woods and fields, and all wild places. They love the openness of the desert, where they can roam in peace. They are solitary creatures. Most of the time, we are unaware of their existence; often they can pass by us unnoticed. Go alone at night to a field or meadow; you can sense them if you concentrate. Most people feel a chill down their arm or spine. Most of us feel a tightening in the gut. Very sensitive people can see them.

No reason to be upset though; they can’t hurt you. They live in another dimension. Usually, they are oblivious to your presence. Once in a blue moon one will get curious and stop to watch us humans. Just like we would stop to watch a squirrel. They can’t follow you far either. They have a territory to guard, and they’re homebodies.

My favorite gnome lives on an abandoned road in Chester County. Just the right place for a gnome. The deserted road winds around a hill and then alongside a pasture. The Brandywine River flows slowly by at the base of the hill.

Charley, my name for this gnome, is a slow moving fellow. Crossing the road may take him five minutes. Going about his gnomish errand takes him awhile. Sometimes he will stand there until I notice him. I wonder if he’s as curious about me as I am about him.

There’s an ethereal beauty to him. When he stands still he’s invisible. When he moves he looks like a film of water pouring over thin air. A friend of mine described him as looking like the creature in the movie "Predator," without the threatening feeling.

Trolls live near bridges. Trolls and bridges always seem to go together, like peanut butter and jelly, or socks and shoes. A troll is a special kind of elemental. Trolls are shapelier (in other words they have a discernible form) than most gnomes. The pictures you see of trolls in children’s books are fairly accurate.

My favorite troll lives by a bridge in about ten miles from my home. I don’t know his name so I’ll just call him "Glog." Trolls have funny names. Glog one crawled into the back seat of my car, and hitched a ride for a block or two. He scared the wits out of a friend who was riding with me. That sort of stunt is very unusual, as trolls don’t like to be near iron. They also try to keep to one side of a stream. You see they don’t care much for water either. Trolls aren’t often much of a problem , because they never want to leave their bridge. They are extremely possessive of their territory. It they get too far from their bridge (heaven forbid) another troll may come along and capture the prize.

Grouchiness is a common trait of the bridge folk. They’re less benign than other elementals. Scaring people is one of their favorite sports. It’s all they know how to do for entertainment. But, other than a quick rush of adrenaline, nothing solid really affected by  a gnome or a troll. Confusion is about the most mischief they can cause.

Since No-Name has gotten used to me occasionally coming around he generally just hides under his bridge. He knows I’m onto him, so he leaves me alone. If you play along with trolls, they can be amusing. They don’t mean any real harm. Practical jokes are their favorite form of humor. Protecting their bridge is their main concern

 

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Here I am just hanging around being the Hanged Man.

 This arcana is about the joys and terrors of surrendering to fate or  your higher power. It=s what you do when there are no options... When I went into the hospital last year, I had to trust to my higher power. I had no insurance and needed care.

I teach my students to practice standing on the ceiling and visualizing the room from that view. Standing on the ceiling is one way of being the Hanged Man. Try it. You will get some surprises. First is you have to step over the over the top of the doors to move from room to room. I leave the rest for you to see...

This whimsical picture is me standing on my head on the roof of my 1966 Chevy Malibu. A friend took it in the mid 1970's. When I showed it to a student, she immediately turned it upside down. Most people do that the first time they meet this card. I have always thought of the headstand pose when I see the Hanged Man. I was into yoga at the time and could stand on my head for at least five minutes. Alister Crowley says the Hanged Man is a symbol for Samandi. It=s a trance so deep you don=t feel your body.   

 I had to think a long time to collect my feelings and thoughts about this card. I was working with this card when I called the ambulance and went to the hospital. It’s difficult allowing others control of your life.  I had to trust in my fate and my higher power. However, My left big toe had turned purple and had a serious infection, and I had no insurance. I spent almost all of April 2007 in the hospital. Laying it the bed, I felt like the hanged man. I had three surgeries to remove my left toes. First, they took my left big toe. While the doctor was getting ready to gas me, the boom box was playing The Eagles Hotel California album. The last words I heard were there=s plenty of room in the Hotel California.  It seems my higher power has an ironic sense of humor. There I was suspended just like the hanged man. I was looking forward to the experience. I had never had surgery and hoped to see the tunnel and white light I had heard so much about. I was definitely suspended. However, my subjective time was only about a minute and a half. I awoke in the recovery room  wondering is that it?

 I spent most of my time laying it the bed. Not allowed to get up let alone move around. I did get to do some powerful painkillers. Trust me the places I get to through mediation are much better. I can understand how some people can be hooked on them though. Within ten seconds of the drug going in my vein, I got a happy warm feeling. I felt good but dull  like  living in a fog...

I know how it feels to be out of body. This was nothing compared to where I had gotten on my own. It was a disappointment. I felt cheated. I hoped the guardian of the gate would tell me go back my son it’s not your time. I guess the guardian of the gate had nothing to say to me.