The Story of My Life So Far…

By Sara Harder (AKA Sally Andree)

The easiest way for me to explain what’s happened is to itemize it by where I’ve lived.

The first seventeen years were spent in Hermitage, grade school, high school, not very eventful but where all the psychic started.  I had dreams of what would happen in the future.  Never anything like answers to tests and not as simple as Déjà vu, complete conversations with people.  That is why I knew I would go to Slippery Rock and only applied there for college.

I attended Slippery Rock for 4 years and got a BS degree in Elementary Education.  Knew where I would teach school and knew I would only be there for three years so applied and was hired to teach kindergarten in North East, PA.  (My husband says the only reason I was the teacher is because I was the biggest kid in the class.  Probably true and probably why it was such fun for me.)  

My next stop was Atlanta, GA where I applied and was accepted to do a master’s

degree program at Georgia State.  I had also applied to and been accepted in the same program in Florida at the University of Florida in Gainesville.  Decisions, decisions…  Then a shelf fell down in my apartment I took that as a sign that I needed to be in Florida so I left forthwith.

I  knew one person in Gainesville – my younger brother’s ex-girlfriend’s sister.  Just so happens her husband knew Robert Harder.  Robert was studying Mathematics, Economics and Statistics at the time but was also the local Tarot reader.  Yes, that is a contradiction.  I at the time did readings using drawings that I interpreted.  We were introduced, left school together and moved to Winter Haven, Florida to study Astrology with one of the founding members of the American Federation of Astrology.  Hey, it was the seventies.

We got married by a county clerk in Bartow, FL – not sure if that was legal or binding but after 40 years who cares?  So we studied Astrology and both worked for the post office.  Our son was born in Winter Haven, FL and then we decided it was time to get more serious about our future.   We sent out resumes everywhere and after being rejected by the CIA where he had not applied, Robert took a job in Suitland, MD at the Census Bureau.  It was too expensive to live there so more searching around and someone at Ft. Huachuca, AZ offered a civilian position with the Army.  Since I had and aunt who lived in Tucson we packed up in our VW and drove across country.  Our son, Jeremey was five at the time.

We bought a house in Sierra Vista, stayed there for 18 years.  During that time I did readings and eventually had a group of women who wanted to meet on a regular basis to investigate anything from spiritual healing to massage therapy to learning to read Tarot cards.  One of the ladies called before a meeting and my son answered the phone.  She asked if there was anything she needed to bring. “Just the usual chicken for sacrifice.”  So we became the Chicken Society.  Members included the wife of an Orthopedic Surgeon – we did some past life work with him and found him in the history books after the session!!  We also launched a couple of massage therapists out of that group.  There was a yoga instructor. It was experimental in a lot of ways and educational for all of us.  Most are still personal friends.  During that time I also decided that doing readings was going to have to change or I’d go nuts.  Oh sure, you’re thinking I already am but not so much.  Anyway, I moved away from counseling people who didn’t want to change to working with more of a life coaching approach.

Our son graduated from college and went off to Montana for graduate studies.  Robert got an offer from the Army Research Laboratory to work at a University.   He had several to choose from and I was the one who picked North Carolina Agricultural and Technical in Greensboro, NC.  He got a master’s degree there and I spent one third of my time traveling back and forth to Hermitage.  Both my parents died while we lived there so it was fortunate that we were so much closer. 

Ft. Leavenworth, Kansas was next on the list.  By then our son had his master’s degree and had gotten a job with an agency that reviews satellite images.  We call him the family spy.  He has a burn before reading clearance so can’t really tell us what he does.  I decided that he balances his parents on the karmic wheel.  Kansas was a great place to live if you take out the tornadoes and ice storms.  The War College there is a school for U.S, and international military officers.  The embassies rented houses in our neighborhood for their officers.  The Australians lived two doors away.  They were always a fun group.  Crime is not usually a problem there.  There are 5 prisons including the Federal one that looks strangely like the Congressional building in DC.  However we did have a break in there.  I had to call 911 because our toaster, a loaf of bread, lunchmeat, cheese and $40.00 from my purse got stolen out of the house one night.  Robert had forgotten to close the garage door.  Anyway, when I called the incident in there was dead silence on the other end.  Then the officer asked me to repeat the problem and said they would have someone come out to investigate.  The detective they sent was grinning when I opened the door.  “Yes, this is the place where the toaster has gone missing.”  He took our information and said they probably would not be able to recover any of the missing items.  We use a toaster oven now.  Decided a little more bulk would do the trick.  (By the way, that was the second time we had a burglary.  The first was in Sierra Vista.  I had gone to Tucson to bring Jeremey home from college for the weekend and someone came in through the kitchen window.  We called the police and while they were going through the house one of them let out a yip.  Then they all started laughing.  When they came out they said the house was clear except for the cat burglar.  Our black cat had been shut in one of the closets and jumped out at them when they opened the door.  Nothing much was taken then, but they had gone through a bunch of boxes in one closet that held Tarot cards.  One of the decks had spilled out – the Devil card was the only one laying face up on the floor.  HA, I have my ways!!)

Robert retired from government service there after 30 years and we  - well I – decided we needed to move west again.  So now we live in Prescott, Arizona where it’s sunny year round.  It’s called the mile high city - because of altitude not the kind of high you get in Colorado now.   And since we are on the subject, I did have to call the police once since we have been in Prescott.  We had a HUGE steer in the back yard.  Our property backs up to the Yavapai Indian Reservation and they run cattle up there.  One of them had escaped and was just standing out there staring at me.  By the time they sent the tiniest little police person they could find the steer had wandered off.  The only trace being tracks in our soil that were six inches deep.  Not sure if she ever found the steer or not. 

We teach classes in Tarot and Astrology.  I have clients all over the place, England, Mexico, DC area – another foreign country – New Orleans, Kansas, Florida, Brooklyn.  Our business is not advertised, it’s all word of mouth.  Our clients are mostly professionals including lawyers, a chiropractor, military officers, realtors.  We are very non-threatening that is why we call our business Metaphysical Mumbo Jumbo.  The kinds of things people ask have to do with their businesses, personal lives,  children, romance, finances, health.  Give us a call if you want a reading!!  When people ask Robert why he does readings he tells them that he worked for the government and when he retired he wanted to do something respectable for a living.  The End - so far.

-July 10, 2014