Sin

 "But, what is sin?"

That's the question I threw out at a Saturday evening bible-study class at a Roman Catholic Church in Toledo, Ohio. A one-time academic I was used to bumping up against the boundaries of accepted knowledge. 

Shock. I hadn't opened a discussion. A few members of the group responded with some version of this:

"Sin is what the Ten Commandments said it is."

That was it. 

I never returned to the group. 

My concern about the nature of sin comes out of the kinds of wrongdoing seemingly done to the clients of my tarot-reading sessions. The most serious of those sins are the ones which erode the human dignity of work. 

Can it be defined as "sin" how the deciders are imposing cost-efficiency, AI and offshoring to wipe out not only individual jobs but the collective employability of whole sectors such as content-creation or accounting or design?

And did the designated protectors of culture such as former Harvard poetry professor Elisa New sin by accepting hefty donations from Jeffrey Epstein? The means didn't seem to justify the end. Back in the days when we Boomers went to liberal arts colleges we were warned that our love of poetry wasn't going to get us too far. Yeah, get a teaching certificate or matriculate for the PhD so we could correct freshman comp essays. 

In addition, are those junior lawyers who allow partners in large law firms to exploit them committing sins against the dignity of work? So gaslit by the system they seem to become that when they don't make partner they come to me, suicidal. 

Perhaps that is the most serious sin - the wrongdoing we permit to be done to ourselves. I observe that as increasingly common with traditional professional opportunities shrinking. 

My mission is to empower those needing to earn a living to become independent. 

When I was growing up in immigrant 1950s Jersey City, New Jersey it was a community of those fending for themselves. Junk peddlers. Bakers. Butchers. Preachers. Car mechanics. Barbers. Operators of diners.

Ironically those entrepreneurs felt euphoric when their children went to college and acquired even advanced degrees. We became knowledge workers. 

At the end of the 1980s business, just like now, tossed us out. Middle-aged and in middle management we were declared "redundant" amid all the mergers. I am among the millions who mutated into Accidental Entrepreneurs. Our human dignity was shored up. Just like in the old days, we can re-create those times of financial independence. No one was homeless. 

Path to earning a good living, finding your tribe and not going insane is doable.

Let’s start the journey together with a Tarot reading.

One free question.

Jane Genova, 3^rd Generation Psychic 203-468-8579, jangenova374@gmail.com