Many of us wish we had a crystal ball. But the truth is, for those people actually in possession of them, life is anything but a ball. Sure, they know what to expect, but that offers little solace when things don’t go their way.
What is a medium after all? It’s akin to middle management. Some are impressed by the ability to contact those in the afterlife, but it’s never on their own behalf. It’s always at the behest of someone else. They’re like old fashioned telephone operators, sitting in tiny rooms with a flashing, beeping switchboard, inches from their face. They are customer service reps, acting as a go between here and there.
But what does do for them and their own lives? Crystal balls are a pain to lug around, and you should see the looks the TSA gives when one rolls through the X-ray machine.
Are there perks? Of course. Celebrities are always calling, on the landline and through other means. But telepathy provides no rest for the weary. You can’t ignore the call or let it go to voicemail. Putting yourself on “vibrate” means something different entirely. You end up bombarded, inundated by requests and demands from seekers.
Too bad there’s no future in it.
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