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
