andyriggle
I'm in a soul-searching period (going through a separation after coming out to my wife, also have 4 kids) and have this year gotten into Tarot, Yoga, Hinduism, astrology and Buddhism. Plus I'm catholic, and pretty susceptible to mysticism.
Anyway, last weekend I flew to DC to visit a gay friend, and found a palm reader on a Georgetown street. Never had mine read, & the sign said $10, so I went for it. She was a lovely 30-something egyptian woman, and very personable. Asked me to hold both hands out and proceeded to speak a stream of information about me that seemed right on. When she was done, I said "wow." And she told me she was gifted. But that I needed my chakkrah cleansed: they were blocked.
I told her she was nuts. I heard that from a Tarot reader before, and was gullible enough to pay for it. And I told her about all the wack readers I've met who want to be my spiritual guide and sell me crystals. She said the work was not done properly, and that I would seek out help until I got it, and I had a spiritual gift too. She gave me her card.
After going back to Chicago, I meditated on her and pulled some tarot cards. Got "The Star," and some beautiful cards I never ever get. So I thought with my heart instead of my head once again and called her back. She told me to to take a warm bath and send her some of the water and she'd research what kind of work had been done on me. So I did, along with a blank tarot card from my deck, my astro chart and some of my deceased mother's personal effects.
She called me back and we had a nice short talk and she said she wanted to bring her mom in on my case & to call her the next day (yesterday).
After playing phone tag we finally connected, and all the powers of hell broke loose. We were disconnected at least 5 x by interference, and I had to have her call my land line. It was a 3 way call, and she told me my family had a horrible curse that needed to be burried and sealed in a golden coffin and that they had to travel the astralplane and risk their lives. It sounds funny, but I've had 2 brothers who killed themselves and my dad was an abusive alcoholic growing up and here I am gay. So why wouldn't I believe in a curse?
And of course they wanted money: and lots of it. $25,000 for their work. I was in shock, and the mother was relentless. Telling me I would loose any love in my life, saying her daughter already removed 2 bad marks from my spirit and that this work had to be done. She told me I had money, and could borrow on my cards...
So what I want to know is who the heck are you people with rocks, caskets, and weird witchcraft who pray on people in pain? No wonder in ancient times witches and gypsys were burned and tortured. I totally understand now.
Can anyone shed some light on this for me?
Kind regards,
Andy
Anyway, last weekend I flew to DC to visit a gay friend, and found a palm reader on a Georgetown street. Never had mine read, & the sign said $10, so I went for it. She was a lovely 30-something egyptian woman, and very personable. Asked me to hold both hands out and proceeded to speak a stream of information about me that seemed right on. When she was done, I said "wow." And she told me she was gifted. But that I needed my chakkrah cleansed: they were blocked.
I told her she was nuts. I heard that from a Tarot reader before, and was gullible enough to pay for it. And I told her about all the wack readers I've met who want to be my spiritual guide and sell me crystals. She said the work was not done properly, and that I would seek out help until I got it, and I had a spiritual gift too. She gave me her card.
After going back to Chicago, I meditated on her and pulled some tarot cards. Got "The Star," and some beautiful cards I never ever get. So I thought with my heart instead of my head once again and called her back. She told me to to take a warm bath and send her some of the water and she'd research what kind of work had been done on me. So I did, along with a blank tarot card from my deck, my astro chart and some of my deceased mother's personal effects.
She called me back and we had a nice short talk and she said she wanted to bring her mom in on my case & to call her the next day (yesterday).
After playing phone tag we finally connected, and all the powers of hell broke loose. We were disconnected at least 5 x by interference, and I had to have her call my land line. It was a 3 way call, and she told me my family had a horrible curse that needed to be burried and sealed in a golden coffin and that they had to travel the astralplane and risk their lives. It sounds funny, but I've had 2 brothers who killed themselves and my dad was an abusive alcoholic growing up and here I am gay. So why wouldn't I believe in a curse?
And of course they wanted money: and lots of it. $25,000 for their work. I was in shock, and the mother was relentless. Telling me I would loose any love in my life, saying her daughter already removed 2 bad marks from my spirit and that this work had to be done. She told me I had money, and could borrow on my cards...
So what I want to know is who the heck are you people with rocks, caskets, and weird witchcraft who pray on people in pain? No wonder in ancient times witches and gypsys were burned and tortured. I totally understand now.
Can anyone shed some light on this for me?
Kind regards,
Andy
I doubt you could tell us apart from anyone on the street, as we don't walk around with horns, tails, and shrunken heads around our necks forcing our black magic on others and striking them dead with our shadow (Well ok, maybe Franniee does 