I’ve had my fortune read a few times with unnerving results. The first time was a palm reader in Boston. No, that’s wrong. The first official time was the Ouija board at a party that told me I was going to die August 23rd my 21st year. I blame that for my lack of future planning when I was a teen. But here I am so that didn’t come true. I will say I try to be extra careful in August.
The second time, was the palm reader in Boston. I was visiting a friend and we passed the garish Palms Read Here sign on the way to dinner and made very snarky superior comments about the unlikelihood of the process being true. And then, over dinner, we realized that we were both at a major crossroads and had no clue which way to move. His career was on the rise but he was unsure about his romantic life. And my romantic life was fantastic – or so I thought then – but my career, as it was, was in the toilet. On the way back, the garish sign looked like a beacon of hope and we pulled into the lot.
I can’t remember what was said but I do know she spoke to him only about his heart and she spoke to me only about my career. Both of us got back in the car slightly less snarky.
The third time I had my palm read, was at a street fair in Chicago by a large African man, dressed in all white with massive sausage fingers. My boyfriend at the time wrote down key points on the back of a business card for me to remember while sausage fingers told me what was going to happen in my life. Funny thing, Boyfriend forgot to write down the one where sausage fingers told me I was about to make a massive life change. Boyfriend and I split one month later and I moved back to California. I still have the card somewhere and probably should find it. Big thing were supposed to happen in my 44th year. I need to be prepared.
Then there was this move out to Nashville. Everything felt right about the move but we’d decided to do it before we’d even visited the city and that made me panicky. Luckily my dear friend officially opened up her tarot reading business. Deedra is one of those people that can see right through the bullshit. She won’t always call you on it, she’s polite, but she knows good from bad and losers from users. She speaks in ‘energies’ and of karma and I don’t often understand – no I don’t often feel what she feels but she’s not been wrong about a couple of key people in our lives so I listen to her.
Anyway, when I was unsure of our move – well, sure of the move, sure of the choice to move but looking for some reassurance that we were doing the right thing selling our house and moving our lives to a place we'd never been to live a life we had no clue would work out – I contacted Deedra at Tarot Perspectives for a reading. She doesn’t have sausage fingers or a garish sign over the door but she’s good people. And I like good people.
And the reading was awesome. Creepy and awesome.
Now all you non-believers can say what you will. I can hear your logical breakdown of why this was said and that was said. A skeptic in all things religious and mystic raised me so I know. I myself am a pessimistic optimist so I really wasn’t expecting things to go well. But she laid out the cards and the things she said weren’t all rosy and gold. I wasn’t looking for that. Okay, maybe I really was but she didn’t give me that. I got a mater of fact reading that eased my worry and let me feel comfortable in our choice and here we are. So far, so true – both the good and the bad. And I still feel like we made the right choice, that we are on the right path.
Isn’t that what we’re all looking for - in whatever religious or mystical form we choose – a little reassurance we’re on the right path?