<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876244545154708593</id><updated>2011-07-30T23:34:51.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychic Tee</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychictee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876244545154708593/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychictee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Psychic Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06731876456554251157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5AvRFWUiwiQ/S5bIi2hW2vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J1iswOR1QmM/S220/FAI_1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876244545154708593.post-4281459985218842993</id><published>2010-08-11T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:16:20.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog for August 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5AvRFWUiwiQ/TGODnIkykGI/AAAAAAAAABU/Kptj-moEgKM/s1600/beach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5AvRFWUiwiQ/TGODnIkykGI/AAAAAAAAABU/Kptj-moEgKM/s320/beach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok so this month has been what I like to call my realization month. I realize that life is not always what I want it to be and that things happen for a reason rather it be good or bad or a lesson that I have already learned 20x over but still didn't learn from. My life tends to be a clock. I always start at 12 and move forward and think I am really going forward at a great speed until I realize that when I get at the top Im at 12 again. So my life seems to be a repeat pattern. Now my question is to myself how to break away from that patterning and move away instead of around. I figured out that if I accept one thing in my life that is bad for me that the rest follows and so forth. I am a big believer in decluttering and have wrote several blogs on it and it is a major part of my new CD coming out this month soon. I just came out of my psychic closet about 3 years ago. I have never read a psychic book or talked to other psychics or even gotten readings from other psychics. Not that there is anything wrong with other psychics I just never knew anyone was like me until recently. I always knew I could see things about people in grocery stores that I never knew or teachers or friends etc... But never really looked at it as a gift. I was in 19 foster homes until I was adopted at age 11 and then I was adopted into a strict catholic family and I dare never talk about things I saw or was told that someone would lock me up for sure so I just never did. I guess I am just a country girl that doesn't know all the spirituality things or understand a lot of how I can do what I do or the moons and stars, all I do know is that I see things and for some reason I seem to be very detailed and accurate. All I really ever do is say what I see. So here is my question? Why if I am so good that I can see for others then why can I not see for myself? My answer is because I am too personal and close to the situation that I cannot look at it open minded. Its easy for me to do readings for other people because I can look at it for what it is and although I can do that for myself I always seem to talk myself out of what I see. Human nature kicks in I guess. So I guess the real question is how to change that? That is a lesson I am still learning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876244545154708593-4281459985218842993?l=psychictee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychictee.blogspot.com/feeds/4281459985218842993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://psychictee.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-blog-for-august-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876244545154708593/posts/default/4281459985218842993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876244545154708593/posts/default/4281459985218842993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychictee.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-blog-for-august-2010.html' title='New Blog for August 2010'/><author><name>Psychic Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06731876456554251157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5AvRFWUiwiQ/S5bIi2hW2vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J1iswOR1QmM/S220/FAI_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5AvRFWUiwiQ/TGODnIkykGI/AAAAAAAAABU/Kptj-moEgKM/s72-c/beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876244545154708593.post-6067195085013399991</id><published>2010-06-30T22:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T22:23:55.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is Psychic Tee?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font: normal normal normal medium/normal 'Times New Roman'; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: teal; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tonight was the first time I ever hit a brick wall psychically and on my radio show. How devastating! I always try so hard to please everyone and this was a real blow to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It made me take time to reflect something that I never try to do and if you could even take a glimpse into my life then you would definitely know why I block just about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;everything about me from childhood till now. I know everyone has their sad story right? Mine is a story unlike most I'm sure. To not go too deep into my past I will shorten it for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;you. My brother and I were took from my mom when we were 18 months old he was 3. I barely remember anything about that day except that some woman walked up to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and took my hand and said your safe now, little did I know then exactly how safe that actually meant. We were placed in and out of 19 foster homes the next one worst then the last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Until one day a woman so kind wanted not only me but my brother too. I couldn't believe it. The state wouldn't seperate us so we were extremely lucky to have found someone to take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;us both or so I thought. Her husband my foster dad was someone that satan would refuse for sure. He beat my brother often and sent him away to boys schools, group homes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;psych centers and I remeber one day asking him why he hated him so much and he replied because your mom wanted a girl and you were the only available one the boy was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;just a tag along. It didn't really break my heart till I turned around to see that the only one that ever really loved me and cared for me and protected me like a big brother was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;standing right behind me. My heart fell, he had heard! He ran away that day and was put in boys school till he was 17. I had lost the only person who ever really cared about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I cried day and night and my heart ached so bad that I could've died. I have blamed myself everyday for asking that question that took my brother from me. When I was 16 I had to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;leave because now that he no longer had my brother to beat on he had now turned to me. I had a boyfriend at the time that agreed to pretend I was pregnant so we could get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;married so I could get out of that house and so I did. That was just the start of a long line of husbands and problems. I realized I was different when I was very young. I always had people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;come to me that were either dead or about to die. I just figured that I was abnormal and that if I said something they would lock me up like my brother. I would always know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;things like when someone was going to die or we would go to the grocery store and dead people or spirits would walk up to me and ask me to tell other people in the store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;that they were alright. I remember one time we were in a market and this old man who was in spirit form wanted me to go up to this old woman and tell her where the bonds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;were. I didn't know what bonds were but I knew I couldn't say anything. My mother would always tell me I had a wild imagination and not to say things to people like that or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;they would put me in a mental hospital. I was very scared as a child, I never had anyone to tell except my brother. He always believed in me and always told me that as long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;as I know its true then that's all that matters and that got me through alot of bad times. I never told anyone, EVER! I just learned to walk with my head down and never look at them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;because if they know you can see them they will run to you and start begging and I couldn't take that so I just always looked down. So to bring it to present day. I went from one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;bad marriage to another. Never knowing who I really was or why I was so different. I grew up in a small city in Indiana named Evansville. There are no metaphysicals shops no psychics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;on the corner and no metaphysical churches. I knew my secret had to be safe. But the older I got the more I saw until it was to the point that I could no longer control who came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;to me and I could no longer block them so I learned a new way of dealing, I decided to start helping them. I would no longer hide I would look. I would no longer run I would walk. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;would no longer ignore I would listen. I found that it is all they really wanted to begin with. I found a friend Tracy from Colorado online and she helped learn that it is not a curse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;or evil but a gift that I was given to help people. That is why I started the radio shows and the website but it was never enough. I could give people the answers to the questions that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;they need to be answered but it wasn't enough deep down. Thats when I met my soul sisters Gayle and Robin. What a blessing! I have grown and learned and for once in my life I have lived!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I learned to be true to myself and to others. I learned that my gift is something to share not to hide. I finally met Jessica an Angel that helps families of missing people and together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;we use our talents to help families find missing loved ones for free. My life now has the meaning and love I was looking for my whole life.So after 5 husbands (last one I married twice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and 6 kids later I learned that life isn't what you want, its what you make it. So who am I? I am Tee Gregory better known as Psychic Tee and I help people. Sometimes I am sick and so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;tired that I have no business trying to do readings back to back until I collaspe and this is what happened to me tonight. I forget sometimes to practice what I preach about how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;you cannot help others until you help yourself first. So Thank goodness that I have such wonderful sisters as Gayle and Robin to pull me back up and remind me and for that I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;forever grateful. So what is the point of my story? The point is that even though I have an extraordinary gift that many people rely on for my accuracy and details all in all&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I am still human. So who am I? I am Tee Gregory better known as Psychic Tee and I am only me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876244545154708593-6067195085013399991?l=psychictee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychictee.blogspot.com/feeds/6067195085013399991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://psychictee.blogspot.com/2010/06/who-is-psychic-tee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876244545154708593/posts/default/6067195085013399991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876244545154708593/posts/default/6067195085013399991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychictee.blogspot.com/2010/06/who-is-psychic-tee.html' title='Who is Psychic Tee?'/><author><name>Psychic Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06731876456554251157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5AvRFWUiwiQ/S5bIi2hW2vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J1iswOR1QmM/S220/FAI_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876244545154708593.post-8087785423064163109</id><published>2010-05-10T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T18:04:13.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Mountain to climb!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Well this month has not been the greatest for me at all. I have encountered more in this month then I have in a very long time. I have always been a very independent woman to say the least and I have never depended on anyone to help me even through the bad times. I have had a very hard life from birth to now, but that probably describes most of you reading this so thats no shock right? I have always felt I needed to handle things on my own and that I never really needed anyone besides my kids in life. Yes I am married but still I only rely on me and my kids. Its a wall that I still haven't been able to break down. Getting back to this month, I always knew that I had a purpose here in life and I always put that purpose on the back burner because in reality there are bills to pay. So for years I did everything but what I felt I was suppose to do. It always seemed like no matter what I did though it never worked out. I knew I had a gift to be detailed and accurate when it came to other peoples lives but never thought I would do anything with it. I decided about 2 years ago to let my gift be known to the world , or really anyone who was listening, and thought I would immediately be accepted. What I wasn't aware of is that there are millions of others with gifts of their own. Well I certainly didn't feel like an outcast anymore thats for sure. See I come from a small town that is not into the spirituality thing at all. So to keep my secret my whole life is all that really mattered to me. Until I met someone that told me it was my gift to share it and help others. What they didn't tell me is how many others supposedly like me there were. I have met a lot of other people who have gifts of their own, although I have never met anymore that can be as detailed as I am so I still am not quite sure what would be the right word for my gift. A lot of people that are reading this and who don't know me, I have the ability to see your life like a book. I can pick up names, dates, places, people I always thought that made me a freak. So it was a well kept secret for sure. Well 2 years ago I came out strong. I started Tv shows, Radio shows, appeared on shows for others, gave free readings you name it. Whatever it took to get myself out there. My goal was to help as many as I can in life. Unfortunately I met a lot of people that took advantage of me as well. I am now questioning if it is all worth it. I quit my job as an Attorney to pursue this full time because I just knew it would take off but now I see that is not the plan. As much as I love my clients and as much as I love doing this it is not paying the bills and with 6 kids it has made this almost impossible. I get confused a lot about why people keep going to those who claim to have the gift and keep forking out that money to them and never truly get what they need when there are so many of us who are so true in what we do and just want to help, truly help but never really get the chance. So while I sit here today looking at my kids and facing foreclosure and think back at all I have done this past year and have to ask myself if its worth it or not. I have never been a selfish person and I have to believe that with all bad comes good and that I cannot just quit for if this is truly my place and this is truly what I am meant to do then it will all work out somehow. For I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason and that this is just one more mountain I have to climb until I get to the top once again to see what my next step is. And after this one will be another one and another but eventually instead of struggling to climb I will be flying over them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876244545154708593-8087785423064163109?l=psychictee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychictee.blogspot.com/feeds/8087785423064163109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://psychictee.blogspot.com/2010/05/another-mountain-to-climb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876244545154708593/posts/default/8087785423064163109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876244545154708593/posts/default/8087785423064163109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychictee.blogspot.com/2010/05/another-mountain-to-climb.html' title='Another Mountain to climb!'/><author><name>Psychic Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06731876456554251157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5AvRFWUiwiQ/S5bIi2hW2vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J1iswOR1QmM/S220/FAI_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1876244545154708593.post-8608508280900426947</id><published>2010-03-14T21:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T21:21:24.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Negative Energy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font: normal normal normal medium/normal 'Times New Roman'; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: teal; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Negative Energy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font: normal normal normal medium/normal 'Times New Roman'; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: teal; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Sometimes we have negative energy or negative things or even people around us that need to be "declutterd" so to speak. I have always had the need to constantly keep organization in my life. I always go through clothes that no longer fit me or my children and I always give them to an organization that then gives them away to others for free. I honestly believe in paying it forward so to speak. I also have a tendency to do this in my everyday life as well and with people around me. I believe that kindness and help toward others is always the way even though sometimes I am took advantage of for my kindness. But getting back to the decluttering, about every 4 months I make it a point to look at my life really strongly and decide what is helping me and what is hurting me and then I make decisions accordingly. So of course I have been going through the basement, attic, kids room, etc... But I have also been going through the people in my life. Although I love a lot of the people that are currently in my life I know that there are times when they hurt me more than help me and this is when I cut off ties. It does hurt and sometimes feels selfish but in the long run it has always helped. Because in actuality you cannot help others unless you can help yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font: normal normal normal medium/normal 'Times New Roman'; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: teal; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; 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-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font: normal normal normal medium/normal 'Times New Roman'; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: teal; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font: normal normal normal medium/normal 'Times New Roman'; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #993366; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;First I will introduce myself. My name is Tee Gregory but I am known as Psychic Tee to many. I am a Psychic Investigator and Profiler. What I do during the day is search through hundreds of cold cases sent to me from all around the world. I choose what case I d that week and focus on identifying that person and if they are dead or alive and where they currently are. It is quite an emotional job for a psychic because a lot of times its like I relive the deaths. At night I am a personal Psychic. I give personal readings to people who have everyday life questions. I seem to be extremely accurate which is scary to a lot of people but quite normal for me since I have been doing this my whole life. I also have my own radio blog show and tv show, I am also a wife and a mother to 5 children and one on the way. I have a family law degree but left that life as an attorney to pursue my life as a psychic. I also teach classes on becoming a psychic/medium or a psychic detective. Believe it or not when I do have spare time I use it to make jewelry (my passion and hobby) in which I sale as well. My goal in life is to eventually have a national tv show where I have people on with loved ones murdered or missing so I can do free personal investigative readings on live tv. I eventually would also like to have a show similar to Haunting Evidence in which I go to the place that the person was murdered or missing to see what I can’t sense. On top of all that I am writing a book “An Adopted Psychic” (that’s another story). So as you can see I remain rather busy. Please take time to check out my website www.psychictee.com and I am glad to get to meet you all and hopefully will get to personally speak to some of you soon. Thanks for taking the time to get to know a little piece of my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1876244545154708593-5546821076425838901?l=psychictee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychictee.blogspot.com/feeds/5546821076425838901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://psychictee.blogspot.com/2010/03/about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876244545154708593/posts/default/5546821076425838901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1876244545154708593/posts/default/5546821076425838901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychictee.blogspot.com/2010/03/about-me.html' title='About Me'/><author><name>Psychic Tee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06731876456554251157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5AvRFWUiwiQ/S5bIi2hW2vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J1iswOR1QmM/S220/FAI_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
