In the spirit of Halloween and for the thrill of adventure, I
decided to do something a bit outside of the normal fall
festivities. One cloudy Sunday, while my friends went to corn mazes
and scary movies, I went to a psychic for a palm reading.
I gathered up my boyfriend (and his money), and headed down to
Harmony and Timberline roads where a woman named Psychic Kay works
her magic out of a cute little pink house at 2024 E. Harmony
When Kay joined us in the thickly incensed front room, she
wasted no time in beginning the palmistry ritual. She lit a candle
for both my guy and me, asking us to recite our full names, birth
dates and astrological signs. As she tapped into my chakra using a
crystal wand, I couldn’t help but feel nervous about what I was
about to undergo.
To my great relief, Kay did not tell me to expect death at age
25, nor did she tell me how many kids I was destined to bear. But,
she did give me some interesting advice that seemed curiously
pertinent to my life. She even knew I was a writer – weeiird!
I left feeling awed by Kay’s insight into my problems and
habits; however, my boyfriend was not quite as impressed. Having
his doubts, he said you could probably take any piece of the
conversation and “make” it true. Who knows?
I guess the feedback you get from your average psychic is pretty
subjective, and it may not always be true, but hey, it is fun.