I had my fortune read to me today.
Professionally.
People of my ilk are inclined to test the waters of otherwise-called Superstition, but I tell ya:
It's better than religion.
The breakdown:1. I shuffle the card deck twice.
2. I put them on the table, and the Reader tells me: "Make a wish, don't tell me what it is." She closes her eyes and turns her head. It kind of looks like she has a headache, but then I get it - she's getting her SUMMONING ENERGIES TOGETHER. Yep.
3. The reading as follows, more or less in sequence:
- First card floors me: I have
two loves in my life. One is always on my mind, one always is in my heart. Go with the one in my heart.
- It will take me
seven years to fully accomplish what I want out of my career. (I'm pursuing a slow-burn career, so this makes sense).
- There is a
jealous friend or acquaintance in my life who is sweet to my face, but plotting behind my back. Take caution.
-
Do not trust Scorpios, especially now. I ask about this later - "These people are full of false promises and broken trust." Huh.
-
The older man in my life, he is valuable, and I will need him. But I will have to seek him out for advice, he will not come to me.
- I will be offered
two options/opportunities soon -I should take the 2nd one.
-
I'm in a phase of major change.
- Do not trust Geminis.- In my
middle life, I will come at a crossroads and will not be sure which path to take. Take the longer one. - There is
marriage, a home, happiness and children in my future. I will bear two children. I will have a very unconventional domestic life nonetheless.- In
nine months, I'll get
major headway in my career.
- I'll
attend school again and it will be crucial in my development and career. (I would hope so, since the point of schooling is this.)
- I have
low energy right now, but it will pass in two months.
- Whatever
I desire right now, I need to wait two months before pursuit. Go with the flow and see what can I do in two months.
- Men named
David make good friends for me.
-
Taurus people are also really good for me. (I didn't tell her my birthday)
- I will
change residence in November. - I have a
long life and long path ahead. I have to stick to my dreams in order to achieve them, but I will get to them with hard work.- Again, there will be
many doors in my life, and for this I am lucky. But I have to be careful about which to open - some are exits and detours.
- At one point I will find myself in the middle of a
big fight with a friend or friends. It will be over gossip and betrayal. (Uh, duh?)
- A little
money is coming to me soon -
I shouldn't spend it foolishly. (That Chanel 2.55 is on hold, I guess).
- There will be
divorce and separation in my life somehow.
- A
family member will be hurt and be in the hospital for a while, but he/she will be fine in the end.
I don't know if it matters, but Mercury is in retrograde right now (start May 6), so I don't know how much that sways any reading at the moment.
The psychic reader I went to is in the industrial 'burbs - this makes sense to Angeleanos/big city kids. The Reader has her office/house on a really busy, commercial street but it's populated mostly by locals only. Above the building's two entrances - burgundy red sign backgrounds and burgundy short awning, yellow lettering, proliferance of caucasian open palms. "FORTUNE TELLER" in yellow, banner style. The Reader does card readings, palm readings, past life/lives readings, crystal ball work. Crystal Ball.
The front is two doors sandwiched together, but pedestrians are instructed to use the right door. Cream-colored metal security doors can confuse - is the business closed? No, there's the standard rectangle blue and red "OPEN" sign, ablaze and welcoming. My Reader stresses that all readings are by-appointment only, but she will answer the door with "Are you looking for a reading?" as soon as you buzz the doorbell. Walk-ins are not ignored.
A short, portly, older white or Middle Eastern-American woman greets you through the metal door. The actual house door seems as brittle as balsa, water stained at the edges, but my memory fails me - I swore it was overpainted in high-gloss, when I made my way out.
The room-office is perfect eastside LA middle-class. Popcorn ceilings, cream walls, rough short-cut cream carpets. It smells like someone used to chain smoke in here, eons ago. This smell never disappears unless the carpets are changed, and they haven't - just cleaned meticulously, over and over again, to a matted, perfect 1989 level footprint.
She leaves to get the cards when I stress that I'm hear for a card reading - per my gift certificate. $45 for the rest of my life. I'm nervous as I am when I'm interviewing for a job. I am trying to be mindful about the way I sit on the couch (its color and fabric not engrained in my memory except that it is comfortable but rough to the touch - wide thread upholstery). I always want to be casual with my hands, but they do an odd, frozen supine form on my lap. A minute goes by. I hear the TV in the other room - probably her real living room. I strain to hear but give up - bets are on soap operas, daytime talk shows, maybe Oprah.
Lacquered "Oriental" furniture edge the room. The reflection of a loud bus seeps through white lace curtains, drawn over the one-way mirrored glass on the street front. Lots of medium-tone woodgrain in shellac. Birds of paradise and similar tropical flowers adorn the vases, but they're silk.
The Reader is donning a long, white and pastel colored cotton house dress on this hot May day. Her hair is combed, her make-up minimal if existent, her nails perfect, her small chain bracelet and bejeweled flip-flops glistening. She likes my sandals. Warm but with deep eyes, circled dark.
She is probably someone's aunt.
I ask her about the High Priestess tattoo I desire and she just tells me to think about it. I ask some questions about the reading. She never uses the Rider-Waite tarot deck.
When I leave, it's in a polite daze, the same way I leave the dentist's. I might've had more questions if my feet were planted on the ground. I'll be too shy to ask for what I want. Too shy to tip. But she doesn't really give me an opportunity to ask for another reading and spend more money.
The asphalt is hot and the right temperature to melt my sandals. I parked around the corner in the mini-mall. I jot everything I remember on a note pad I've fashioned off an old waiter's receipt pad. I'm there 10 minutes.
I'm thinking about it, like she told me to do.
