The OG Story

I arrived a few minutes late to my second date at an Olive Garden.

My lateness that evening, a surprise southern accent, and endless breadsticks were about to team up to get me to fully accept my psychic abilities!

I know it sounds wild, but that night at Olive Garden was the exact point in time, the starting point of you and me connecting today.

It started right there. This pivotal moment guided me in doing photo readings and creating The Plumb Collective.

For this story, let’s refer to my date as OG. At the time, I didn’t think anything was that special about the way I looked at photos, but OG’s reaction showed me what I was missing!

My date was already seated at the table when I got there just a few minutes late.

As I approached the table I said sincerely and intentionally:

“I am so sorry. It is NOT like me to be late. I was reading a photo for a friend, the message was really intense, and it took a little longer than I expected.”

To me, this was a completely normal thing to say.

But OG’s face told me otherwise!

She gestured in the air, as if she was trying to catch what I had just said.

“Wait. What are you talking about? You read somebody’s photo? The message? What do you mean?”

This is when it clicked that maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t a well known pre-Olive Garden activity!

Reading photos has always been natural to me. My friends, beauty clients, and most people who knew me regularly asked me to look at photos and tell them what I felt. It didn’t feel unusual.

No one ever questioned it.

The people around us reflect back our reality.

They didn’t question it, so I didn’t question it.

The people around me wanted to benefit from my ability, but no one acted like it was worth anything. To them, it was just a weird party trick that I could do.

But to my date, and maybe to the rest of the world, it was head turning.

Out of the ordinary.

Unique.

Cool and interesting.

“Oh! Yeah, I guess that is a strange thing to say,” I said, acknowledging how odd it must sound to someone outside my circle.

I told OG more about the photo I’d been reading for my friend: a photo of twins; one of whom he was dating. I received sensitive information, and I was trying to relay it carefully, resulting in me being a few minutes late.

She was still trying to understand.

“Wait, what do you mean you can look at a photo of somebody and get information? Hold on! I need to see this in action!”

She proceeded to pull out her phone to scroll through every person she had ever known and had a photo of, showing them to me.

OG was deep in her camera roll before the breadsticks arrived!

With every photo glowing on the screen, I gave specific, personal details about people I had never met and had no logical way of knowing anything about.

(Just to be clear: these days I NEVER read anyone’s photo without consent. But at that time, it was valuable for me to practice and to learn just how accurate I am.)

To her amazement, I was accurate about every tiny detail I shared about each person.

At this point, she showed me a family photo I’ll remember for the rest of my life.

Immediately, I knew one of these things is not like the others:

“I feel a Southern accent. This is so specific, but I feel like this one loves little canapé style treats and hosting little events, like tea parties. I also feel like she’s really particular about having specific cups for tea and different ones for coffee.”

This made NO logical sense to me. The information meant nothing at all. This family wasn’t from the South! Why would one of them have a southern accent?

But my date turned white as a ghost.

She told me that everything I felt was true:

This one family member moved to the South when she was young, and was the only one in the family with that accent.

She loved hosting events and tea parties with little treats and sandwiches.

Yes! She got angry when someone used the wrong cup!

Her shock faded into a deep sense of awe.

“Rosalee” she said, looking right at me so I heard it clearly. “You need to do this for people.”

I was experiencing a warm reaction to my abilities for the first time.

It felt good.

Recognized.

Validated.

Undeniable.

This person didn’t know me.

Her genuine reaction showed me the truth about this ability and what I was meant to do with it.

I thought to myself, “Oh, this is something. This isn’t just a party trick.”

This is something that could impact people’s lives.

I am so thankful for that date. Even though we didn’t continue seeing each other, it was an important light bulb moment for me.

It was the beginning, the starting point of KNOWING: what I feel through a photo truly changes lives. How I see you brings clarity, direction, and understanding to YOU.

I say the words you need to hear.

The words that make all the difference for you to know.

A starting point for YOU.

✨A Plumb Point✨

I can draw my line back to an Olive Garden date as my starting point because in that moment I saw myself differently.

Someone else saw me clearly and reflected me back to me. I saw myself from a new perspective and it was EVERYTHING I needed.

Now, I get to look at your photos and see YOU clearly.

I reflect you back to you so you can see yourself from new perspectives.

Envisioning you having light bulb moments in YOUR life is the reason I read photos for my clients today.

This knowing about myself helped lead me in creating The Plumb Collective.

Some would say it’s the reason you and I found each other!

I am so glad we are connected.

Thank you for being here with me.

Talk soon,

Rosalee