I have realized a need to change my policies regarding doing personal readings. 

I enjoy doing cosmobiology profiles for clients and am most happy to do one for you. If you want to see an example of a cosmobiology profile, click here for a published sample of my work.
If you are interested in having a profile worked up, e-mail me at voiceofthoth@hotmail.com. You may pay the $165.00 fee by using the PayPal link below.

I will send you a questionnaire for you to fill out. Due to time constraints, the reading will be over the phone. You need to call me. You will be mailed a cassette or microcassette of the reading which takes roughly one hour. I will send you a printed copy  of your chart and midpoint trees. However, if you want a detailed written report, I will charge more.

Through the end of February, I offer 500 word answers to specific questions for a fee of $50.00. Please include your birthdate, time of birth, and place of birth with your question. If you would prefer, I can use tarot. However, I still like to have the extra insight having your birth information provides.

REMEMBER, E-MAIL ME THE QUESTION.

I no longer provide dilogun readings for the general public. Once and a while, I make myself availalable over the phone through ASK-KEEN. But this is not a primary business for me, and basically I do it when I feel like giving readings. That's generally at night. I keep the fees fairly low because I'm doing it for enjoyment, but I may not log in for months at a time. If you want to give it a try, the number is:
1-800-ASKKEEN, Ext. 0178088 

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And this is what they wrote
OK. It was a weak moment, we admit. But some freaky stuff had been going down--don't ask, we won't tell--and we had reason to wonder what our lovers, siblings, friends, and, what the hell, even guardian angels were up to behind our backs. We'd been told Aburo Eric, aka Brother Eric, a tarot reader par excellence, would put a finger on it. To our relief, Eric turned out to be a friendly, plain-talking guy who wears regular street clothes. Like a crapshooter with a hot hand, Eric flicked a spread from his card deck and told us the dealy-o. The news wasn't joyful and triumphant, but we weren't getting screwed either... we knew this much was true: Shit happens.