So there have been some interest in the psychic table I manned at my art league's art show. There were four tables. One table was set up for the an astrologer, two more for a married couple who were both ministers of a "spiritual" church, and another for a psychic who worked a lot with crystals and stones.
It was all very ordinary and a little extraordinary all at once. Even though I know better, I was picturing crystal balls and chimes. What we had was a kitchen timer and psychics talking about their plans to visit Block Island. The astrologer's computer was broken so she brought her tarot cards instead. I had forgotten that today's astrologer's use computers. One woman stopped by to talk to a psychic. I spent my time trying to ignore them which was hard because they were a foot away.
And that was the only customer they had during my one hour stint, besides the dog. Yes, I said "dog". One of the passersby had a cute little Bichon. Out of nowhere the psychic called out to the Bichon's owner as she walked by and told her that the dog preferred "her purple leash", and that the dog "told" her that she liked the psychic's purple clothes. At this point the dog was jumping up and down on the psychic's purple clothes. The psychic said that was just the feeling she received from the animal. Interestingly enough, the dog's owner said she had a purple leash for the dog at home along with a whole lotta purple toys. Weird. Then, of course, a great gust of wind blew over the heavy wooden easel that was holding up the signs advertising psychic readings. Hmm.
Soon my hour was up and it was time to go, but Helena who was helping me spotted some crystals. The girl loves rocks so she and a couple of the psychics started some discussion about what some of the rocks symbolized. The psychic had Helena hold a rock, while she put her forefinger on Helena's forehead and asked her to say the first thing that popped into her mind. The psychic said she would guess Helena's first thought.
Over and over with stone after stone Helena said nothing popped into her mind. This happened six times. It was getting a bit awkward-at least for me. Then the psychic gave Helena a green and white rock. She placed her finger on Helena's forehead. Again Helena said she had no thoughts popping up. However, a second later though, she "admitted" that her first thought was fairies. The psychic replied that she thought Helena was thinking about fairies, but didn't want to push it. I don't know what to think of that, but then the other psychic (the one who heard the Bichon's thoughts) said she got the sense of "grass and green things" not necessarily fairies. Helena replied, "Well, yeah, I have been making a fairy house with my brother all week. We use grass and moss and flowers-stuff like that." Strangely enough, my first thought was fairies too, probably because I have watched her build a fairy house all week. Then again how was I to know Helena was thinking about fairies? A good guess? intuition? or something else? Hmm.
This story reminds me I have a couple of super weird stories about spirits, death and my family. I think I'll save them for All Hallow's Eve. Y'all be sure to remind me to tell you about them.
