As you know, I spent the day with my good friend Ms. W. This would not be her first reading, but she was still a bit nervous about the whole thing , as I was. I suppose I feared a doom-filled prophesy brought about by a tragic trifecta of cards that would put a look of horror on the face of the psychic just before she ran from the room. In another scenario, I imagined the psychic would take one look at my aura, declare how messed up I was, call off the rest of the appointment, and ask if I wanted to play nickel-dime poker with Tarot cards instead. (To that, I would have answered, “Yep, you nailed it,” then dump all my loose change on the table and start dealing.)
Here’s what really happened…
When I saw the woman who would do our readings, I couldn’t decide whether to be comforted or intimidated by her appearance. She was tall, thin, and beautiful. (This is the link her website, which I include to give you some context for the story.) I considered all my bad lifestyle choices up to that point as we headed upstairs to a corner of an open room, where a table and chairs were enclosed by privacy screens. There were no beaded curtains or burning incense, and certainly nothing mystical about the exercise machine on the other side of the screen. (Though mysterious might be the right word.)
“Is there anything in particular you want to ask about?” she began. At that, the thought bubble above my head showed something like “duhhh.” Questions? Well, damn, I didn’t think to prepare questions. I just wanted someone to tell me what was going to happen–if I was headed in the right direction, or if I was well and truly due for the universe to mess with me.
She gave me a stack of Tarot cards and asked me to shuffle them, and then to choose ten cards, handing each one to her as I chose it. She arranged them, then closed her eyes and said some things to the universe. Then she said she would began to read my aura and try to see my chakras (something like that). At almost no point in the first part of the reading did she open her eyes to look at me (though she did later on toward the end, when it was more conversational). This reassured me that she wasn’t looking for nonverbal clues from me about the accuracy of her reading. I wish I had a transcript, though she did offer paper in case I wanted to take notes on what she said, which I did.
She told me that she sensed that I was in between two phases of my life, with one foot planted in the phase I am leaving, and the other planted where I am headed. The phase I am leaving is one of loss, and she saw that, just recently, I’ve been able to let go of some things that have caused a lot of pain and self-doubt for a long time. And where I am headed, she said, is into a period of claiming my purpose and deliberately working toward what that is for me. (Hmm, I thought, she might be on to something here…)
Where she really got me (though I remained stoic and cool) was with this. She said that in my life I haven’t had a very strong need for a sense of community with other women (This is true. I have a few close friends, but have never needed a large social network.) She saw that in the recent past I have started to create a sisterhood and community with a lot of other women.
Folks, I’ve been blogging for exactly two months. That’s all I’m saying. (Sorry fellas, she didn’t seem to take into account the male bloggers and readers.)
I asked if she saw a move in my future (please, yes, please), and she said that she did, but didn’t think it was an out of state move. This part was a bit off, though, since she had sensed that I was from California (I live in Arizona). So then she wondered if perhaps I was moving to California. (I’m not. Am I? Hell. I’m not skinny enough to live in California. Emily, hold a spot on your speed dial for me.)
Near the end of our time, I asked if she could see anything related to health. After a moment, she said that she saw that I was healthy, but “Are you concerned about someone else?” I wanted to know about Mr. H’s health. She asked for a photo of him, and after she looked at it, she handed it back. After sitting quietly for a moment, she targeted two specific health issues (both are under control). They are common enough problems, but she pinpointed the exact manifestation of one of them, which was startling.
I’ll leave it to you to draw your own conclusions. There was certainly nothing weird about any of it, but my nature is to be open to all kinds of possibilities in the world, to dip my toe into untested waters, and sometimes to jump right in.
At the end of the time, I felt very relaxed and at peace, which is an uncommon state for me. The energy and beauty in Sedona have their own effect on me, so it’s hard to say how much the place contributed to my sense of well-being, or if the reading helped me with that. I think it’s possible there are people who possess the ability to sense things about others, and that it’s a gift or a talent, like having a beautiful singing voice. Was my psychic one of them? Who’s to say? At worst, I walked away with $60 of mystical befuddlement. At best, I picked up a couple of clues, and they don’t weigh me down at all.