That’s at least one way that being an astrologer beats being a professional athlete or a teenage idol – age and experience are nothing but good news. That means that there’s a pretty good chance that any negative scenarios are more likely to happen early in your astrological career – sadly, we might add the fact that that’s when you least need them because you are still trying to build confidence in yourself.
Stick with it no matter what happens – that’s really the bottom line.
Once, probably around 1990, I did a recorded reading for a woman in New York City. I knew very little about her and I had never met her. A week later I got a scathing phone message from her telling me that I “should be ashamed of myself.” She sounded crazy with rage. She never mentioned the precise nature of my transgression, so I have no idea what her beef with me was. I’d done the work using the same tried and true techniques that had produced helpful results with crowds of other people. I thought of calling her back. I never did. That was a judgment call, and I think it was the right one. My guts told me we’d just upset each other even more. Maybe I had already done enough harm. Maybe she had too.
I guess that was the worst experience I’ve ever had with a client. Nothing like that has ever happened before or since.
Clients of mine once bought a reading for the local Chief of Police. They were friendly with him and thought he might like a session with me. He was quiet during the consultation, but we seemed to be getting along just fine. Later, through those clients, I learned that “he had no idea what I had been talking about.” That wasn’t actually a “bad moment” in terms of our interaction, which was pleasant enough, but it made me sad when I finally heard about it.
Probably that kind of “disconnect” has happened more than once without me knowing it. I just wish the man had mentioned something – asked for clarification or said there was something he didn’t understand. If I had known, I might have been able to build a better word-bridge to him. But I didn’t know – my (mis)impression was that he was following me just fine.