When I decided to tick "visiting a psychic" off my bucket list, I didn't realise there'd be a psychic fair in my suburb the very next weekend. It was like it was meant to be...
In matters of the mystic, I consider myself an "open-minded skeptic" (aka fence-sitter). I've suspected
I was clairvoyant on occasion when I accurately predicted, say, my
dropped toast would land butter side down, but it usually turned out to be well-founded pessimism in disguise.
With this in mind, I dragged Mr Big along to the psychic fair and for a mere fiver, was admitted entry to the local arts centre transformed into a world where hippies ruled supreme. Middle-aged women sauntered among trestle tables of
healing crystals, boxed tarot card sets, incense and bohemian jewellery of questionable style, but the psychics were where the real action was, at $30 or more a pop (ouch!).
Poor Mr Big looked terminally bored. I left him browsing books with titles like
Find Your Guardian Angel and
What Colour is My Aura? and stepped up to the only available psychic's table for a 20-minute
tarot reading. She looked, well, like a pretty, thin, middle-aged lady with a kindly face bare of makeup. Not especially hippy-like. Good start, as far as appearances can take you.
I confessed to being a newbie and asked how we should proceed. She explained as she got me to shuffle and cut the card deck that I could either ask a specific question or have a general reading. I opted for the latter. Some nice-sounding cards came up in the
latticework arrangement she made on the table. Except the hanged man. I hoped that wasn't a bad one.
When we started, I deliberately didn't reveal anything about myself to see what she would come up with unprompted. She zoned in on
career questions, explaining I had many possible paths and that I should try to extend myself and learn new things (like trying a pyschic reading, perhaps?). She said my partner is very accommodating (correct) and that she could see travel to nordic countries like Denmark (Legoland?!).
All of her predictions sounded positive and in tune with my past, future goals and present plans. I was a bit puzzled when she could see
pharmacy or chemistry around me, but hey, maybe she was predicting last night's jab in the bum to cure my migraine? Who knows. In any event, even the hanged man turned out to have a positive interpretation, something about the
bubbles surrounding him representing opportunities I can pluck out of the air.
And there you have it, I'm all predicted up and ready to kick my future in the balls. Or something.
Have you visited a psychic? Did they have any startling predictions for you?
