When I used to entertain people by reading Tarot cards, I could have made tons of money at five bucks a pop. But I had this deeply ingrained feeling that if I were to try to use the sight or the reading for profit, I'd lose it. Or worse yet, be responsible for telling someone something that could lead to injury or harm.

Warnings are always good, but best left non-specific. "I see danger ahead" is vague, enough to caution someone to be on the look-out for trouble, non-committal. "A (specific type) man is going to come at you with a knife, demand your money and slash you" is far, far too specific and if it doesn't happen but somebody has stayed in their house for the rest of their life to avoid this, well, you're kind of at fault, aren't you?

Actually, it would be very non-psychic to have that specific a message, although while properly reading Tarot cards, you can get pretty damned specific.
Seeing danger in visions...that's cool, too, and pretty specific, but it relies on memory, and memory sucks. And, you have to think...if a person's life were in danger and you did manage to warn them, and they did avoid going someplace where you said there would be danger at a certain time or for the rest of their life, well, how could you PROVE that you'd been right? Huh? How?

There was a young lady who worked at the gas station I used. We became friends, she even came to my apartment several times. One day, I got this dread feeling about her. Sometimes she worked at the gas station at night and I was certain she was in danger, but a non-specific danger.
Naturally, I thought of her work and how she had better be careful of robbery at night.
I didn't see her for a few weeks at the gas station. The next time I saw her, she confessed to me that I had been right, she had been in grave danger, but not at the gas station. She had been given a drug and date raped.

I wish I had known exactly what was going to happen, or at least where, or why. Saying she should be very careful obviously wasn't enough. She was at her house that she shared with other young people. They were partying. One of her housemates gave her a beer while she listened to the conversation going around her. Having worked all day, she was tired, she must have fallen asleep. She woke up paralyzed with every guy in the house raping her.

It took her years to recover. She said to me, "I wish I had listened to your warning more carefully."
Yeah, sure. What did I tell her? To be careful, extra careful because she was in danger.
She certainly didn't think she would be in danger in her own place.

There is a Cassandra n everybody.