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Psychic Police – Angeleno Magazine Correction

December 7, 2009


Psychic Tour – Justine in Portland & Seattle

December 3, 2009

Visiting Portland Dec 11th-18th & Seattle Dec 19th-23rd.

If you would like an in person reading, email justine at psychicgirl dot com to set up an appointment. (Refer a friend and get a free gift certificate for one question by email.)

A clairvoyant reader and spiritual healer, Justine has twenty years experience and a client base all over the world. She has been featured in the pages of magazines such as: Time, InStyle, People, Glamour and many others as well as appearing on television shows on FOX, Vh1, Oxygen and Lifetime.

You can learn all about Justine, see all her press coverage, how she works, video testimonials, even see pics of celebs she’s read on her website psychicgirl.com

“My goal in every session is to help you obtain the outcome you desire.”
-Justine

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Wishing you all answers and healing galore!

PsychicStyle – Dan Nelson Seminar

December 3, 2009


A PsychicGirl Approved Alternative Healing Event
IONS Institute of Noetic Sciences Los Feliz
presents DAN NELSON
Theoretical physicist and Inventor

If you personally know me and have shared a meal with me, these are the disks I use to clean up what I eat and drink! -Justine

Have you ever wondered how your life would change if you got control of your own health? Dan Nelson, professor and astrophysicist-turned private researcher from Helena, Montana, will demonstrate his revolutionary techniques of the future that could forever change the face of self-healing. His solid state technology has provided the tools to achieve a higher, more realized perfect state of health. Dan’s invention has been proven to change the frequencies from disease to health, and to provide a way to protect oneself from harmful emotional, environmental, and physical toxins – what Dan refers to as changing and protecting the energy field around us. Dan’s protocols have proven that the fundamental root causes of health problems can be cancelled, changing the very frequencies from disease to health.

This is a hands on workshop in which every participant will get a chance to use this simple, easy-to-master technology and learn to do the protocol with others.

FREE INTRODUCTORY LECTURES:
THURSDAY, DECEMBER 3RD 7:00PM at THE MEETING ROOM
2999 OVERLAND AVENUE, SUITE 205, Los Angeles,CA, 90064

FRIDAY, DECEMBER 4th, 7:00PM at the AETHERIUS SOCIETY
GEORGE KING CENTER, 6202 AFTON PLACE, LOS ANGELES, CA 90028

WEEKEND WORKSHOP:
SATURDAY & SUNDAY DEC. 5th & 6th
all day workshops at the
LOS FELIZ TOWERS – GARDEN ROOM – 4455 LOS FELIZ BLVD.
$50.00 PER PERSON PER DAY

There are still a few openings available for private consultations
RSVP and for further information
contact: Sandy Johnson 323.664.0044 or sandy@sanjohns.com

“I met a little girl who had cystic fibrosis. She was five years old. Where did she get cystic fibrosis? And why she and not all the other little kids around her? I’ll tell you why. It came through the field. And I was amazed when I analyzed this little girl that the condition, or the particular set of symptoms we refer to as cystic fibrosis, is entirely emotional. I couldn’t believe it. This condition is entirely emotional in nature. So I’ve developed something as a physicist. It’s just energetic. It takes 20 minutes. I did this procedure with her on a Saturday afternoon and the next morning she was symptom-free and she’s been symptom-free for over six years now. She had a very severe energy field distortion.” – Dan Nelson

Psychic Celebrity – Angel on Rihanna’s Shoulder

November 30, 2009

And I’m not talking about the woman on her right. Look at Rihanna’s left shoulder. Do you see it? Let me know by leaving a comment below. If you have a picture of yourself with some kind of phenomena in it, please email it to me at justine at psychicgirl dot com.

Picture take from PerezHilton where yes he is pointing to the mysterious white powder on her leg.. Maybe she was eating powdered donuts for dinner.

PsychicStyle Movie Review The Blind Side

November 29, 2009


The Blind Side
Starring Sandra Bullock, Tim McGraw, Quinton Aaron

One of my secret favorite things to do is to a good cry movie and ball my eyes out, usually by myself. Tonight I went to see “The Blind Side” with a close friend. We both started with the waterworks minutes. As she was stealing my napkins to wipe her own tears, I noticed I wasn’t the only one being so sensitive as the rest of the theater was just as moved. I’ve always been a Sandra Bullock fan. But her last movie “All About Steve” was torturous. After seeing this movie I can forgive her. Her performance is as amazing as many are saying. I predict this is her “Erin Brokovich.” She looks insane. I am totally envious of what her backside looks like. The casting was perfect, there wasn’t a moment where you were taking out of this movie (other than Tim MaGraw’s hair). Michael Oher’s life story has a feel good effect that leaves you buzzing not wanting the movie to end. I can’t remember when I have seen a movie this inspiring. This is why actors and actresses get paid the big bucks. When an actor can successfully channel their creative energy into a performance, that just by you watching it raises your vibration, forcing you to get out of your own stuff even if just a few hours. It’s incredibly healing producing.

Have you seen it? What did you think?

PsychicStyle – Talking Turkey

November 28, 2009


Originally published in FLAUNT Magazine NOV 2003
TALKING TURKEY

Some random, spiritual and ecology turkey facts: Turkeys have been around for ten million years. Their heads change colors when they get excited. Their feathers were used by Native Americans to stabilize arrows. Sesame Street‘s “Big Bird” costume is made of turkey feathers. Most turkey feathers are composted. Wild turkeys spend the night in trees, they especially like oak trees. Turkeys can have heart attacks, While the United States Air Force was doing test that broke the sound barrier…nearby turkeys dropped dead. Commercial breeding has caused turkey breasts to grow so large that the turkeys fall over.

Aries: Thanksgiving dinner you stuff yourself and settle in to watch the game, but are ready to jump into action when your current paramour invites you play a game of nude touch ball. You finally are invited to sit at the “adult” table but your young cousins and their hottie friends are parting at the kiddy table. In the parade you are the opening leader of the marching band where you show off your shiny horn sucking and blowing it loudly.

Taurus: Thanksgiving dinner carving up the meat is your job …yet be careful that you don’t slice yourself too thin and end up not having enough to go all around. You sit next to your mom’s third cousin who spits food while he speaks and releases enough gas to light the stove but you suffer through cause he the dude with the kind bud. In the parade you do 30 hours of community service for a little mistake you packed in your briefcase… you’re assigned to clean up after the Clydesdale horses.

Gemini: Thanksgiving dinner you’re having a spirited conversation with yourself on the pros and cons of yams when your father gets up, smacks you on the back of your head and says it’s rude to talk with your mouth full. You’re not sitting next to anyone because there aren’t enough seats so you hold your plate and hover around the table like a satellite around the earth. In the parade you’re in the crowd near the announcer’s microphone where your idle chatter disrupts the announcer forcing him to ask you to kindly shut the fuck up.

Cancer: Thanksgiving dinner you’ve set an insane table, cooked a rock star dinner, your guest are having the most amazing time…that is until someone finds a condom in the pumpkin pie. You sit next to your new flame keeping a watchful eye on your horny aunt who tried to stick her tongue down and dry hump the date you had last year. At the parade you’re responsible for holding onto the Snoopy balloon float but when some kid shoots spit balls at you, you drop your line making the rest if the crew float into the air.

Leo: Thanksgiving dinner you hired a calligrapher to write the invites, reserved the best caterer, and told the hired help to set the table…now all you have to do is put your drumsticks up and let the gravy flow. You sit next to your wealthy great auntie and compassionately discuss her bunions surgery in hopes that she will keep you in the will after you accident’s told her son that he was adopted. At the parade you’re the host of a public access show covering scary marching midgets, in your mind you’re hosting Extra.

Virgo: Thanksgiving dinner you are eager to help set up, clean and serve but your lover gets pissed expressing that you never do that at home or in bed. You sit next to the kitchen door, not only do you take on maid duties you have an eye out to take on the maid. At the parade you’re the volunteer float organizer who stayed up too late the night before color coding your underwear drawer, unexpected you star in the parade because you fell asleep on the Santa’s Sleigh.

Libra: Thanksgiving dinner you feel the need to surround yourself with lots of love…so you invite some old flames over to your feast where you end up being the main course. You sit next to a ex-lover, sparks romantically rekindle as you reach for the same piece of meat, however when they start playing footsie with your father you remember why you ended the relationship. In the parade you are the fresh hot nuts vendor who not only turns a tidy profit but makes a personal sale to someone who wants to truly find out how fresh they are.

Scorpio: Thanksgiving dinner you play with your pop up self timer, until it breaks. Now you can’t get your pop up back up and your guest leaves hungry. No more self basting for you. You sit next to your grandfather and drink an entire bottle of wine while he recounts stories of the D-Day invasion. As he gets to the riveting conclusion of his story, you projectile vomit into his lap. At the parade you find yourself in jail by making the mistake of putting the wrong type of snow up your nose in front of an undercover officer.

Sagittarius: Thanksgiving dinner with many invites to many places, you’re forced to rate invitations by wealth of the host and opt to dine at the one with the biggest portfolio. You sit next to a Minister feeling the need to pour yourself out in confession; unfortunately he stops you mid-sentence explaining that he is leaving the church for a gay lover. At the parade you wander off to find a bathroom and once inside you see your brother-in-law pulling a George Michael.

Capricorn: Thanksgiving dinner you’ve designed everything to the tee and timed to the second, unfortunately you forgot to wind your watch and dinner burnt. You dash to El Pollo Loco in hopes of fooling guest with a traditional Mexican Thanksgiving. You sit next to the family pet because you thought it would be cool to bring a stripper to your parent’s and your father thought it would be cool for you to leave. At the parade you are the cop that keeps the crowd orderly yet you stop to use your night stick on some cute young thang.

Aquarius: Thanksgiving dinner you preach the gospel of love and nonviolence in hopes of making the world a better place, but no one cares, they tell you to stuff it and pass the mashed potatoes. You sit next to your aunt who weighs 300 pounds, fork in hand she tells you about her vacation to a nudist colony where you leave the table quickly. At the parade, you skip the parade and hold a demonstration for The Turkey Right to Life Foundation.

Pisces: Thanksgiving dinner you’re put in charge of the entertainment where you hire the Puppetry of the Penis people which causes your granny to choke on a bone and you have to perform the Heimlich. You sit next to your nerdy uncle who informs you that getting three strikes in a row when bowling is called a turkey…You smile and fantasize of taking a strike at him. At the parade you camp out to be the first there, but when the crowds start to arrive… you’re ready to leave.

My Psychic Life – Thanking Face

November 28, 2009


Originally published in FLAUNT Magazine NOV 2002
THANKING FACE

On this day, in this moment, I graciously give thanks. Thanks that when I open my mouth my teeth are all still there. Thanks that when I open my eyes my eyeballs have not been poked out by rocks. And thanks for the big reminder that even though I’m psychic, I’m still human.

In honor of Thanksgiving I’m forcing myself here to search the deepest darkest crevices of my entire being to find whatever minuscule scrap of gratitude I can conger up. I’m bitter, I’m bruised, I‘m puffy as hell, but at least I’m still alive.

Forecasting my own future, it looks like I can expect a lot of waiting around for time to pass and healing to happen. I’ve decide to record this painful account to the keys of my laptop. I figure that if this distressing chronicle ends up imbedded in print, perhaps it can act as an unconscious reminder to myself; Note to self, please never ever create this situation again.

Unfortunately this isn’t the first time, but the second, I have partaken in a regrettable incident involving a mountain, a downward descend and a fall break with my FACE. One need not be psychic to get this message, “Psychic Girl stay off the mountain!”

By recommendation my legs are plopped up over a stack of pillows in hopes of creating a blood rush to my head that is supposed to cause the swelling to lesson. Remote control in hand, I scan some 300 plus cable channels to find that there is absolutely nothing on. This gives me ample time to torture myself by reminiscing over and over again. How did I miss the clues warning me of what was to come and how did I get my injured ass in this dreadful predicament? God, if only I was suffering from an ass injuring. At least I could venture out from the cabin fever causing walls of my house. On second thought, getting up and going anywhere is but a daydream. As soon as the double dose of Advil I just swallowed wears off, I‘m going to be in a lot more pain. Add to that the shame and embarrassment of looking like I have a wife beater boyfriend at home, for now I‘m staying put.

I have however accomplished a lovely limp down the hallway where I made my way from bedroom to kitchen back to bedroom again. Quite a feat spent to retrieve my latest find in fashion accessory that I have just pulled out of the freezer and am now sporting on my face. This ice pack makes me look so sexy in a Hannibal Lecter kind of way. I think it’s mostly used to recover from plastic surgery (that one has planned for) or if one has taken twelve rounds with Lennox Lewis. All I know is whoever invented this thingamajig is a damn genius. Not only does it deaden my smarting, but while I’m wearing it I get to temporarily forget that positioned underneath it is my freshly acquired and always unstylish road jerky (mountain jerky in this case.)

Given all the wardrobe choices one has to choose from, wearing scabs has never been a fashion statement I was looking to make. You know there never really is a good time for one to acquire bodily harm. Especially to one’s mug where it is impossible to hide the evidence of eating it. Even with a talented make up artist and all the cover up in the world, it only ends up looking like you are trying to cover something very ugly up.

Come to think of it, this makes for a really good reality show. Let’s take a group of people, confine them to a compound, beat the shit out of them and the one who heals the quickest wins free health care for life! What do you think? Is it too similar to that Big Brother show where they emotionally beat the crap out of each other? I know I’m starting to sound loopy, I’m allowed, I have a head injury.

It really tests my patience when people give that lame excuse that everything happens for a reason. Yes, it’s true everything does. But before you drop the reason why into the great abyss, please let me share. From what I have come to see (psychically) the answer to the reason why, is that someone (me in both cases here) was not inattention. That left the door wide open for some funky energy to come in and allow some bad accident to manifest. This is how bad things happen to good people. This is how I fell down a mountain and broke the fall with my face, twice! And this is why I’m giving thanks for this opportunity to become more aware, but I’m still never stepping foot near nature again.

ARIES: At Thanksgiving dinner you arrive fashionably late to the party. You give thanks with confidence and enthusiasm. You’re prone to injure your face and head.

TAURUS: At Thanksgiving dinner you only eat gourmet food. You give thanks warmhearted and lovingly. You’re prone to injure your throat and have a thyroid problem.

GEMINI: At Thanksgiving dinner you take both turkey wings for yourself: You give thanks with wit and eloquence. You’re prone to injure your arms, hands and shoulders.

CANCER: At Thanksgiving dinner you host and prepare the feast. You give thanks shrewdly and cautiously. You’re prone to injure your chest and stomach.

LEO: At Thanksgiving dinner you want to be at the head of the table. You give thanks generously and warmheartedly You’re prone to injure your heart and spine.

VIRGO: At Thanksgiving dinner you watch what you eat. You give thanks modestly and shyly. You’re prone to injure your liver and have digestive or intestinal problems.

LIBRA: At Thanksgiving dinner you dole out equal portions. You give thanks diplomatically and charmingly. You’re prone to injure your kidneys and immune system.

SCORPIO: At Thanksgiving you are the sexiest at the table. You give thanks with determination and forcefulness. You’re prone to injure your sinuses and reproductive region.

SAGITTARIUS: At Thanksgiving you skip dinner and go camping. You give thanks straightforwardly and philosophically. You’re prone to injure your hips and thighs.

CAPRICORN: At Thanksgiving dinner you sit at the head of the table. You give thanks practically and reservedly. You’re prone to injure your skin, knees and joints.

AQUARIUS: At Thanksgiving dinner you eat tofu turkey. You give thanks with originally and honestly. You’re prone to injure your legs, knees and ankles.

PISCES: At Thanksgiving dinner you lead grace. You give thanks with compassion and kindness. You’re prone to hurt your ankles, feet and immune system.

Psychic Neonness

November 25, 2009

My Psychic Life On Young Hollywood

November 14, 2009


My new column!
JUSTINE KENZER: My Psychic Life – YOUNG HOLLYWOOD

Being a psychic is no bed of roses. I seriously would not wish it upon my worst enemy. But then again, I have no enemies because if I am all seeing, and all knowing, I obviously am able to tell if someone is my friend or foe, before I even meet them, right? Ha, if you only knew what it was really like to see life through my eyes. It just might open yours.

When it came to choosing a profession, it’s not like I sat around debating between the possibilities of becoming an actress or a clothing designer and then ditched it all for this brilliant plan to make my life really easy by going after becoming a professional psychic. I never asked to become this super sensitive freak of nature that with one small mention of her profession scares off any attractive available member of the opposite sex. Or whose casual conversations get completely misconstrued by the people she is trying to impress. Or just by working her trade has her health and well-being invaded by things that are completely invisible to the human eye. For the record, I didn’t pick being psychic, it picked me.

Even though this psychic thing is becoming more accepted, It seems I can’t escape the past life memories of being burned at the stake. When some random guy asks me what I do for a living, I’d love to just tell him I work in Public Relations. But I suck at lying. So I tell the truth which of course provokes a reaction. I can’t pick the winning lottery numbers for myself, but I can predict when someone is about to turn stand-up comedian and tell some lame joke about how I should have already known I was going to meet him (insert eyes rolling here).

I know, I sound a little less than thrilled to be here. You would too if you walked a mile in my shoes. (Do you even know how hard it is to find cute shoes in size eleven?) Like Paris Hilton says, “I have worked my ass off to get where I am.” I’ve built my career by whoring myself out in the streets of New York to every magazine editor that would have me. Then moved on to national television forecasting really important things like who’s going to win an Emmy or what numbers will come up on a roulette wheel in Vegas. I sell spirituality to the masses, yet I ponder if the big guy upstairs is kosher with my tactics.

It’s no wonder I’ve developed an addiction to perezhilton where I fantasize about having a more Gossip Girl-like-life. Living in Hollywood, I’ve had my share of party girl nights, or at least I’ve tried too. But the last time I checked..make that every time I check…being psychic on this planet does not equal the type of cool or hotness one must possess to effortlessly make it past doormen and velvet ropes.

All of this can take a lot of out of a girl who’s just going along doing the only thing she knows how to do. For even though I didn’t apply for the position, I somehow landed a gig preparing for the ultimate party. The one that comes after ALL of this. The one where Hollywood fame, fortune and power doesn’t grant you any VIP pull for getting on the guest list.

Celebrity Psychic Justine Kenzer really does love her job, reads people from all walks of life and from all over the world through her website psychicgirl.com