“The fucking lotto numbers – don’t forget to ask them for the lotto numbers!” That line from one very sceptical neighbour when we announced we were off to see a psychic at the Psychic Expo yesterday at The Southport RSL.
I was, am not now, a virgin when it came to this kind of stuff. Apart from messing around with tarot cards with my girlfriends when we were young, I knew nothing.
I was, am not now, a virgin when it came to this kind of stuff. Apart from messing around with tarot cards with my girlfriends when we were young, I knew nothing.
But yesterday definitely popped my cherry. And it didn’t hurt a bit.
I was so nervous going in there. I mean what was I worried about? Well, actually I was scared she would be able to look inside me and see every thought, nice, negative, odd, lovely and absurd that I was having at that very moment. What if she could tell I had made an observation whilst waiting my turn that I thought she should have gotten her roots done before this big expo? Did she know I’d drunk a bottle of wine the night before and was feeling like particular shit? And what if she just ended up being all kinds of wrong and I was wasting my $25. Mind you that’s $25 for 15 minutes. $100 an hour for using her extra-sensory perceptive powers. Wow, wish I were psychic.
I was offered a recording of my reading for $5 but realised, that um, I don’t own a tape player any more. These guys need to get with the times.
So sitting there, waiting for Donna my guru, to finish up with a middle-aged woman who looked particularly ticked off, I couldn’t help but listen to psychic number 5, Esmeralda.
A lady who was at least 85 in the shade, sat supported by her walker with Esmeralda. I didn’t hear her question but I heard the answer. “No darling, you aren’t going anywhere, anytime soon.” Immediately I felt a lot of affection for Esmeralda. I mean, she could have seen that this old duck was not going to last past next Tuesday, but she wasn’t about to tell her that. I suddenly got what all this was about. About reaffirming stuff, making you feel better and if they happen to hit upon some real issues, then all well and good, otherwise, if it just gives you a reason to keep going, well what’s the harm? Esmeralda went on to ask a series of questions and make predictions to which the old lady refuted. Didn’t matter, the old lady was satisfied and even gave Esmeralda a kiss on her way out.
Enough of others, it was my turn.
Enough of others, it was my turn.
I sat down and Donna looked into my eyes and kept staring for what felt like an eternity and then said “Um, I need your ticket before I can start love” Oh shit, right, so after rummaging around my sinkhole of a handbag, I finally found it and we got to start properly.
Immediately she told me I had a very creative aura. “You need to use your talent – you are a communicator, or an artist, no definitely a writer. You don’t do that for a living, but I see you writing columns. You need to write a novel”. OK, fucking hell, pretty good.
Immediately she told me I had a very creative aura. “You need to use your talent – you are a communicator, or an artist, no definitely a writer. You don’t do that for a living, but I see you writing columns. You need to write a novel”. OK, fucking hell, pretty good.
“You need to keep with the writing and stop blocking yourself” A lot along these lines and then I got to pick 11 tarot cards. I watched the lady before me do this and she seemed to almost hover over them trying to get a feel for them. I felt nothing so was just picking them randomly. She started laying them down and then she started asking me about my husband.
“Has he been somewhat restless of late? a bit scattered?” Ooooh not that I know of. Then this
“I sense an addiction with your husband, is he addicted to something?” Um, unless he has an underground crack addiction I haven’t picked up on, then no.
Then it hit me. Yes he surely does have an addiction. Its name is BUNNINGS. Spot on the money. I didn’t tell Donna this; I didn’t get a chance because she told me “You will go through great disappointment with your husband for a couple of months. This could be to do with a property, you may want to do something he doesn’t, but it will all work out, just don’t push things”. Plus,
“A lot about the choices you make this year will take care of things financially”. Way to put the pressure on me Donna.
She also touched on 2009 and how it was a year of a lot of waiting and no being settled. True dat.
Then it was over. 15 minutes were up and she was ready for her next sucker - ahem - client.
My friend also said she got quite the amazing reading. Hers was spot on with her job and kids. Hers even gave her a hug at the end. Donna clearly picked up my reluctance to touch strangers.
I guess I thought, with my mum so recently passing away, that Donna would tell me Mum was telling her to tell me stuff from beyond the grave. You know like that she’s not impressed that I’ve given up on ironing all together or that I should stop yelling at her grandkids so much. But nada.
So am I a believer? After yesterday, call me a sucker, but yeah, I kinda think I am.
So am I a believer? After yesterday, call me a sucker, but yeah, I kinda think I am.
10 comments:
I gotta tell you that I did nealy pull a muscle giggling when a read the part about the Bunnings addiction.
She is most certainly right about one thing however - you need to write! I hang off your every word in each blog post. I may not always leave a note, but from day one I've been addicted to the tales that share with us here! Okay, so I might be a little stalkerish but that's another issue lol.
I have a neighbour who does the psychic reading thing for a living. He read my palm (for the hell of it) one day & I gotta say, even though I've always been a believer, this bloke gobsmacked me! He also fixes my neck when it's out... Handy little guy he is.
Well Berna, I had my astrology chart done when I was recently in NC and I also found it very interesting to say the least. My chart was done on the date, time and place I was born. The chart had mapped out major life changing moments in my life as well as what the next 12 months have in store for me. I am a sceptic especially when she has given me a print out of things that I will either be feeling or that will happen on specific dates over the next 12 months.I made a conscious decision not to read it till after that date had passed just so as not to set myself up for anything. Strangely enough 2 dates have now passed that she mentioned and strange but true, I have experienced the feelings that she had mentioned. *insert the theme song from The X-Files here*
I had a similar experience about five years ago. I have always been ultra sceptical, but a 10 minute reading with a clairvoyant certainly made me think again. I'm still sceptical, but so many things she predicted have come true - I'm becoming more of a believer every day!
Kind of believe...then I'm also sceptical...There are a lot of phonies out there but I also think that there are a lot of genuinely intuitive people out there.
I've had too many weird experiences to discount anything.
Wow, that sounds great. Pity their powers don't extend to technology though - they're clearly stuck in the 80s if they still have tapes!
Interesting. I sent a letter to a psychic two years ago and she was about 85-90% spot on. It's also up to you how you interpret what you get told.
Did she know your name before she started?
Do you wear a wedding ring?
Just wondering :)
No she asked my name and date of birth and yeah I was wearing a wedding ring, but she asked me if I had a partner. Hello captain obvious and the two rings on my left hand. Perhaps people try to trick them with decoys?
Cheryl, your neighbour does sound incredibly handy :)
I went to one once. She was a dud. Told me nothing conclusive and all very open-ended with her predictions.
Not sure if you read my response on Kerri's post about her sister, but my niece went to one that seemed VERY on the money.
I think that there are people who have the gift, and others who think they do, but don't. In the end, you just have to take it with a grain of salt. Write it down (or blog about it!) and then check it a year from now and see.
i went to one at the royal easter show back in 2008. i loved it. she told me quite a few things about my relationship - how the boyfriend loves me and it will be up to me if i stay or go. that all the lines on my hands show how much i over analyse things. and why i suffer from migraines. she said i would have some depression in the next few years {well that was last year}. but when i asked about my profession. she didnt seem to know too much.
i did one on the radio too. she is okay. she said mostly the same sort of stuff. that my boyfriend is in it for the long haul. and that was done via the phone.
they both knew id been hurt in the past. in previous relationships.
the one on the radio buys oysters from my stepdad. funniest thing was when they were ready. everyone {my mum, stepdad + his worker} were sitting out the front. and said the psychic should know her oysters are ready. the phone then rang. and who do you think it was! rofl.
id love to find a great one to go to. i love them.
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