
THE CLAIRVOYANT
I was impressed with the dramatic atmosphere of the room. It was richly decorated with beautiful pieces of art, huge crystals, wands, old books, tarot decks, glowing candles and colorfully draped silk. The reader was strikingly dressed in a vibrant flowing gown, with jet black hair tied back in a bright bandanna, matching lipstick and yes, over-sized gold earrings!
The trouble with going to a reader is that all the questions one might have asked seem to disappear into the ethers and I found myself completely devoid of an intelligent question to ask about my life. Partly though, I didn’t really want to give someone else that power, and partly, if somewhat naively I thought she should know anyway. Still she seemed to know what she was doing and told me a few verifiable facts about my past. She remarked on my innate psychic powers which she had divined, and advised that I should tap into these and develop them. Well, as every other person who is born on the 22nd of a month and been to a reader will know, I was special; a “Master” number, born to make a difference. I was also amused to hear that the Dalai Lama had a very similar horoscope to me. (Not the other way around I might add!) Ahh she knew how to stroke an ego.
While she was preoccupied with reading the cards and speaking into a tape my eyes wandered around the room. I happened to pick up an exquisitely beautiful crystal ball that had caught my attention. Now just prior to arriving at her house I had put hand cream on, and still being somewhat greasy they had completely smeared its surface. Slightly embarrassed I pulled a tissue from my pocket and surreptitiously began to polish the ball clean whilst pretending to be just rotating it in my hands. So absorbed was I in the task that I didn’t notice the sun refracting through the crystal. The next thing I saw was a spiral of smoke rising from the ball. The reader, seeing this, sat back aghast, unable to see the tissue but clearly could see the spiral of smoke. ‘Oh my,’ she exclaimed, ‘I did say you were a powerful 22 but I had no idea how powerful you actually must be!’
Well I have to confess, it was just too much of an opportunity to miss and I said, ‘Wow, this must really be a sign, I’ve never had that happen before, I really should develop my inner power,” as I placed the crystal ball on the table and quietly slipped the greasy tissue into my pocket before it caught alight. I paid the money, thanked her and took the tape. As I left I though to myself that my friend was right, it really was an agreeable way to spend $50!
What a giggle. Most agreeable to my sense of humour. Thing is, we all have psychic 'powers' and are just either not aware of them, or ignore them. I call mine - gut feelings, and go with it once I put my discernment cap on!
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