This is a little bit of new territory for me. I am sharing a video of a tarot reading that I did on Prince recently. Whether you believe in tarot readings or not, it is something that I've been practicing for years, and I don't take it lightly. I've been sharing some of my readings online for a few years now. The new part is me sharing my very raw and personal journal entry, which you can read below the video. However, I feel like the events of the day that I journaled about go hand in hand with what I recorded. I had two recorded sessions with Prince. Both sessions are currently on YouTube. If you want to support my work as a tarot reader and practitioner, check out my services at buymeacoffee.com/thegiftedreader.
Journal Entry: In My Hair
April 21, 2026 12:10 PM
I just got back in my car from the food pantry line. I attend this one as often as they have it. No identifying questions asked. Not even my name. Just a few demographic questions that I'm sure help the organization to receive funding. They know me more because I've been consistently coming since around August or so, and I've given them my number. Now they give me a heads-up text the night before to let me know there's food available.
They also have a free clothing rack for anybody who wants or needs clothes. I've donated a couple of times. A few months ago, I noticed a few items of my daughter's were on the table for anybody to pick up. I looked at it, trying to figure out why it caught my eye, then it hit me that I donated it. The same thing happened today, but it hit me a little differently.
A pregnant woman with a small child at her side was looking through the clothes, and I noticed she picked up a dress. My daughter's old dress. She picked up a few of them. There was a lady in front of me—a grandmother— who commented on how cute the dresses were, and I told her that they were my daughter's dresses, and I donated them. She said she'd wished she had seen them sooner before the pregnant lady got them. The pregnant lady actually missed one, and I pointed it out to her. It was a lavender dress with rainbows on it. Muy baby loved that dress even though she didn't get to wear it often. I suppose I took away some of my daughter's whimsy by always encouraging more “practical” clothes like leggings, jeans, or shorts. Basically, my wardrobe.
Now I've gotten my box of food, and I'm in my car praying that I'll be able to make it to Exxon to get more gas—Exxon specifically because I have loyalty points there that amount to about $6. I can use them to pay for roughly a gallon and a half of gas. Roughly 30 miles of travel. But just thinking about the grandmother and the pregnant lady picking up what I had donated, specifically to this organization, because I knew they would give it away for free instead of Goodwill, because they would charge an obscene price for used clothes, just did something to me.
I don't say it's a good or heartwarming feeling right now. I mean, I do feel good that these ladies were able to bless the little girls in their lives with cute summer dresses that would've cost them money that they might not have had I donated them to Goodwill, but I also feel something else that I can't quite name.
This is another one of those moments where I feel deeply reflective about something that most folks would pass by or acknowledge in the moment and think nothing else about it ever again. But everything means everything to me.
I almost skipped coming today because my gas light is on, and we already have food. But the way I make sure we always have food is to not skip pantry visits. I give away excess food to other people or to little blessing boxes when I come across them. Since the community fridge was nixed by the city a couple of months ago, there's a lot of excess produce I've had that's regretfully gone in the trash because I didn't know where else to put it so that somebody who really needs it can get it.
The last time I had a moment like this was back in October. I'll never forget it because it was the same day they announced D'Angelo had died. Funny enough, today is the 10th anniversary of Prince's death.
Back in October, I was on my way back from an inspection in Jonesboro. I had made it back in town just as the food giveaway was about to start, but I was going to pass it up because I feared I wouldn't make it in time anyway. It was almost like the lady over the program had watched me cross the city limits because I was almost home when she called me and told me to come get a box. I said to myself, “I guess I'll go on ahead and go.” I pulled over at Exxon to get a little gas when I saw the breaking news that D'Angelo had gone to glory. I was heartbroken.
Now look at me, sitting here praying that I'll make it to Exxon while I'm reflecting on the last time I almost didn't come to the food giveaway and had stopped at Exxon along the way. Unfortunately, there's not an Exxon that's close to where I live; otherwise, I would've gotten gas already. Then again, maybe that's by spiritual design.
I made it to the gas station. Fortunately, it was only a mile away. Unfortunately, I happened to pull up to a pump with a bag on it and shut off my car before I realized it. The vehicle ahead of me moved pretty quickly, so I should be good.
I decided to play D'Angelo's concert of Prince's She's Always in My Hair on the way over. It seemed appropriate. I was singing along when I really heard the lyrics for the first time, I think.
“Whenever I feel like giving up. Whenever my sunshine turns to rain. Whenever my hopes and dreams are aimed in the wrong direction, she's always there telling me just how much she really cares. She's always in my hair.”
That's my baby. Literally can't get away from her if I tried. She'd come find me.
Today's pantry visit wasn't about the food, although I am grateful for it. It wasn't about my currently disconnected water or my overdue rent. In a moment where I feel a bit down about everything while I'm trying to stay encouraged, I am reminded that what I put out into the world, whether it is my daughter's sundresses that I donated or my intellectual property in the form of essays and musings online, it matters to somebody. It makes a difference.
Another annoyance I encountered at the pump was that I noticed I couldn't use my points; I could only earn them. I only had the $5 SpotMe that Chime gives me. I had no intention of using it. I was going to use it to start the pump and get the gas with my points. I felt so defeated. Then I checked Cloud Research again to see if any more surveys had cleared. I had around $24 pending. Turns out, it had! I had $15. When I added that to the $2 and some change I already had in PayPal, I had $18. I used $10 for gas, so I guess that means I'll save the points for another day. 2.631 gallons of mid-grade gas. All things work together for my good. Now I gotta hop online to make some more money. And I gotta call FedEx because I shipped a package last week and tracking has yet to be updated. That'll be the last time I walk out of there without a receipt. The one time I say no receipt, and this happens. It's about to be fixed, though.
April 22, 2026 9:25 AM
I had to come back and do a little update. When I came back home and thought some more about everything that had happened, I reflected on the fact that Prince has actually been on my spiritual “call” list for a while. When I got my first spirit board, after I made contact with Grandma Mandy and my mom, I asked if I could talk to Prince. Grandma said that I could. I guess I’m pure enough in spirit that he’d entertain me.
When I called, he came. I only held him for a few minutes, but that was one of my most memorable spiritual encounters. Well, fast forward a year or two, and El tells me that Prince wanted to talk to me. I have a long list of folks who want to talk to me, but I let myself get caught up in life, work, and bills again, so I stopped making time for them.
There were so many Prince synchronicities yesterday. I sat down with my AI (I use it as another outlet to help me think a bit clearer), and some more stuff started to come to me.
Here’s what I told Claudbama (my Claude I named after Obama lol)
It also occurred to me that the dress was lavender--purple. Like Prince.
I hadn't had a spirit talk in a while, and Prince has been on the list for quite a while. I think I need to give him a call. That'll be good YouTube content.
Fun fact: Prince was actually the first celebrity I reached out to when I first started working with the spirit board. He didn't stay long, but he told me I was beautiful. I haven't tried to contact him since then, but from what my ancestors tell me, he has tried to contact me. So, I'm game. I just been putting it off. I may do a quick session with the cards for YouTube and do a more in-depth spirit board session once we're back home for the night and have settled in.
Let me straighten up my room a little before I call him to see if he'll come. Can't have him thinking I ain't living right. You know what I just realized? I'm wearing a purple shirt. I didn't even think about it when I put it on. Chile...let me call this man. Another funny thing: I have Prince playing on my phone and the song that just came on is How Come You Don't Call Me? I can't make this up LMAO
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So I just had a "quick" 40-minute card session with Prince. That was amazing. The first set of cards were the Queen of cups, Death, The Tower, The Chariot reversed, Knight of cups, and Nine of pentacles reversed followed by Temperance reversed.
First of all, these cards literally fell out of the deck as I started to shuffle. When I got on camera, I asked him via pendulum if he was OK with me recording and sharing, and he said that it was fine. He told me to hurry so that I didn't use what was left of my memory because I only had about 40 minutes' worth of space. In short, he said that his death wasn't the overdose that the news reported, but that he knew death was coming and he had made peace with it. The only thing that bothers him still is that his legacy isn't what he wanted it to be.
And you know what? I just got an offer on Mercari for a roll-up piano I listed about a week or so ago.
$25.50. I had it listed for $30, so I respect it. I got it for free in the first place via Vine.
As for Prince, he said he had no regrets about his life--good or bad. Part of the reason he was okay with dying is because he had just reached a point in his life where he felt he had done more than most. So while he would've appreciated continuing to live, he was also fine with the idea of death. He also alluded to the report that he had no will as being false.
That man paid. You know, I was advised by my spirit folks to start charging the spirits who want to talk to me just like I should charge the "real" people who want to talk because they can pay. I made the correlation a while back that when I did these more often that I also had more inspection work. So to see that after my first spirit talk in about five months, I made a sale less than five minutes after turning the camera off is some more shit that I couldn't make up if I tried.
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