I’ve never been one to believe in fairies. I don’t think that ghosts of the long departed live alongside me in my house. And I certainly don’t believe that a psychic can read my mind or tell me about my future.
You see, I’ve always been the skeptical sort who steers clear of these types of people because they represent some sort of dishonesty. They take your hard earned money in return for some cleverly spun lies. I’ve known people who live their lives by what they are told and I certainly don’t want to be some creepy old lady’s puppet.
But this holiday I decided that it would be fun to go see a psychic. I made it clear to my friend Sue that I was going for the “Fun Factor” and that neither of us should take this seriously. So we made our appointment and did what we were asked. You had to get the birthdates and times of the people you wanted you ask about.
So the day came and we arrived at the house. There was no caravan parked in the driveway. The house was average with no brightly colored walls or shiny trinkets hanging all around. By all means, the average visitor wouldn’t even suspect this old granny of anything more sinister than skipping church once a year.
Ok, so she was a normal looking lady with a normal house and I refused to be intimidated by her. Besides, these guys learn to read expressions, ask leading questions and come up with perfectly reasonable suggestions. Nothing is ever straightforward and all answers seem to come out as rhetorical questions… I mean what average female my age wouldn’t like to travel, own their own home, earn lots of money and find true love? She spun all of these stories for me – I had to hold back my excitement – I was not going to be fooled… Not me!
The first thing that tipped me off was when she asked if my sister was married and if her husband was in an accident. Ok, this was creepy… My brother-in-law died last year in a tragic accident. It unsettled me but she referred to it indirectly. I would let it pass…
The shock came when I asked her about my parents. I gave her the birthdates of my mom and dad, shuffled the cards and packed them in 4 piles. She took them and started to lay them out on the table, tapping and doing some sort of counting thing. She suddenly looked up at me in the middle of the process and simply said “But one of your parents is dead” No beating around the bush this time!
I almost fell off my chair! She was right. My father died when I was really young. The birthdate I gave her was my step-fathers.
I continued the reading taking a few more notes now, still not sure what to think. My logical world was crumbling around me and I refused to believe.
We left the average suburban home and headed for lunch, discussed our readings and laughed about all of the things she told us. I mean, some of it was ridiculous! I’m going to be temped to have an affair with a married man, Sue is going to have a boy in the next 18 months, my mom is going to have an operation, I’m going to buy property and move overseas and my sister is going to remarry very soon.
It was fun and at least I could tick off one of the things I’ve always wanted to try for fun.
Problem is…. Things are starting to happen.
Hope my mom’s op to remove her tonsils goes well…
Congratulations Sue – lets see if it’s a boy now! ;-)
Tags: clairvoyant, psychic, tarot.
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