There’s a particular kind of psychic that doesn’t just predict the future — they manufacture it. Stage by stage, whisper by whisper, merchandise table by merchandise table.
Serena the Seer is rapidly becoming a textbook case.
Once a local curiosity, now an undeniable small-town celebrity, Serena has parlayed gauzy scarves, soft lighting, and a talent for emotional puppeteering into a business empire complete with public readings, sold-out workshops, and the aggressively marketed Blessing Cards™ — inspirational fortune cards that promise insight, guidance, and (if you believe the marketing) a brush with the divine for the low price of $24.99 a deck.
Watching Serena work is like observing a beautifully rehearsed ballet. Every flick of the wrist, every thoughtful pause, every carefully crafted “message from beyond” floats effortlessly toward the desperate and the hopeful alike.
A grandmother who misses her cat.
A father mourning a career that never took off.
A teenager longing for a sign that the future isn’t as bleak as it feels.
Serena has a message for each of them — wrapped in light, laced with hope, meticulously vague, and invariably affirming.
She’s a master of what I call selective specificity — just enough detail to sound personal, just enough ambiguity to allow self-correction when necessary.
She doesn’t stumble, because she doesn’t have to. The audience is already halfway there, supplying the missing pieces with eager hands.
And yet — and this is the part that keeps her empire growing — Serena doesn’t overreach. She doesn’t prophesy disasters. She doesn’t threaten curses. She traffics in hope, love, and warm reassurances that everyone is watched over, loved, guided.
It’s not aggressive spiritual warfare. It’s a soft-focus Hallmark version of the afterlife.
The merchandise helps, of course. Along with the Blessing Cards™, there are the Insight Journals™, the Spirit Connection Candles™, and the obligatory live-streamed Blessing Sessions for those unable (or unwilling) to attend in person.
It’s slick. It’s clean. It’s worryingly effective.
Serena the Seer doesn’t need to see the future. She’s creating it — one polished performance, one hopeful whisper, one BLESSING CARD™ at a time.
And if you’re wondering whether anything around her feels genuine, let me say this: her dog, Baby, is absolutely the real deal.
A trembling chihuahua with terrible posture and a lolling tongue, Baby sits at Serena’s side during almost every event, snoozing through the spirit messages and occasionally sneezing at emotionally charged moments.
Baby, at least, doesn’t pretend to be anything more than what she is.