Levi's words rang in my ears: "Mediums are generally diseased creatures in whom the void opens...". He goes on in "The History of Magic" to call them vampires.
Nevertheless, my curiosity had to be satiated. My expectations were not great, as I consistently find that I know more about subjects than the people who have created a means to profit off of such subjects.
So, I wait until dark - I often don't venture out until darkness comes. It's much easier to navigate around, the day-walkers having retired to their television sets.... Also, perhaps the veil weakens. I drove past the shop, and took a detour to Ingles grocery store. I had to pee. And think. There were three main questions on my mind - not at all being unique: Career, Love, and pertaining to the Path I was about to set upon. I expected to be ask to present a single question, so I struggled with which one of the three I was more curious about.
I pulled up and backed into a parking space - right in front of that bush above. I walked up and rang the doorbell. Nobody came. I rang again. I thought that they must have stepped out, but in a few moments, a figure was seen walking down the hallway towards the door. It opened.
Before me stood a woman likely in her early to mid forties, with a distinctly Eastern European look. Perhaps Ukrainian. There was an accent - but it was blended with what we down in the south call a Yankee accent - to our ears it sounds harsh and hard. She had darkness under her eyes that made me think of hydrocodone and alprazolam. Entirely subjective thoughts, unfounded. She wore nice clothes, tight, which showed off her little plump curvy body. Young children could be quite clearly heard running around in a back room.
She invited me in, and showed me into a room. She said to have a seat, and she would be right back. I sat at a table with unlit tea-candles, a multitude of various crystals, and a couple of tarot decks, which were not complete sets - they were too thin. I concluded this meant they were some new-fangled oracle decks and not tarot. On the wall was a painted Zodiac wheel. Behind me a figure of Jesus on the cross. I could quite clearly smell vinegar in the air. I deduced she regularly wiped down the walls and such - a common method of cleansing a space of negative energies and such.
She returned in a few moments. I don't know if she was shushing the children, or had snuck out to see what type of car I drove (a 2013 black Dodge Challenger). She said a reading of the palm would be $35, and a tarot reading $55. A sign on the window had said tarot reading $10. I was silent, opting to choose one instead of create a biased reading by arguing over price. I chose tarot reading. What the hell - this was a one time thing, so I would pay-up for the experience.
So - it's all rather unclear - even when I was sitting there in front of her. I was a bit nervous, and I'm not sure that she wasn't nervous. I can have that affect on people - I make them uncomfortable. It's my gift. She was using something that looked like a Faery oracle deck.
Now, as I said, it's all rather a blur. She did not ask me to ask her a particular question. She just went into a generalized and rather seemingly to me scattered reading. She continued to lay down cards in something like a Celtic Cross, until they were no more. The entire thing took probably 10-15 minutes. She would ask me questions, and would build, rather awkwardly on my answers. Here's what I remember:
— She ask to see the side of my palm. She said I would have 2 children. (doubtful)
— She stated that I would be getting a better job, but that I liked my current one. (hope so)
— She said I was a good person with a good heart, but there was a lot of negativity around me. (meh)
— She said there was a negative person in my life holding me back. (2 people came to mind)
— She said I had trouble telling people "no". (absolutely true)
— She said to not make any choices right now. (Mercury is in retrograde - so duh)
— She said a woman that I had been in a relationship would be trying to come back into my life.
— She said that the woman I was suppose to be with, would come and find me.
— She said that I have had a lot of pain in my life.
— She said to stay away from the occult. (I had mentioned planetary initiations - she looked confused)
— She said someone in my family had been sick, and I would be hearing good news about this. (no idea)
The reading was jolted, not fluidly consistent, linear or with depth. It was here, over there, over here, and then over.
She rubbed her chin in a very Freudian manner, which I thought odd, and at the same time offered to do "spiritual work" in her private temple, to find the name of the negative person in my life, and to rid me of the negative energy which kept holding me back. This for $130. At that time, alarm bells went off, and I really didn't care to hear anything else she had to say.
I came and got what I had sought - to observe her, her methodology, her depth of knowledge. She said some interesting things, but nothing that I think was beyond observing my personality, and then making rather shot-in-the-dark remarks based upon those observations.
This experience very much reminded me of growing up in a Pentecostal church where people would prophesy certain things over you - who you would marry, how many kids you would have, what you would end up doing with your life. I really dislike this, as I classify it as "fortune-telling", something that true initiated tarot readers are not involved with. Those things, once uttered over you, will stick in your head, and will alter your future choices. I should know.
So, in conclusion, I felt rather stupid driving home, a bit ripped-off, but happy that I had garnered information. Since this time, I feel like psychology is the area I am drawn to - somehow this trip, and her flailing in the dark, acted as a catalyst for cementing that passion within me. I feel just as sorry for her, as I do the supernatural Charismatics flailing about in the dark, uttering dangerous nonsense over people's lives in the name of God. I'll be lucky to forget all about that "2 children" thing. I had almost forgotten about various Pentecostals prophesying to my mother and I that I would be a preacher up until this. In a way, I have fulfilled that.
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