I love the idea of past lives. I'm not sure whether I entirely believe in them, but the idea that I could have been something bad ass back in the day intrigues me to no end. How rad would it be to find out you were the queen of some random country who had grapes fed to you and you imprisoned some annoying bitch down the street because she annoyed the hell out of you? Um, very rad. Well, if you're a regular reader of this blog of mine, you know I've had psychic readings done before. I'm always a little skeptical about going because I never try to think too much of the predictions, not knowing whether the person is a fake or not. But, when they get stuff right on the dot about my past then it's a different story, then I start taking their predictions a little more seriously.
In the past year, I have had three readings done. All done by three different ladies and all the same exact predictions...specifically.
When it came to talking about my future career and writing, same exact comments were made. Teaching will be my chosen career, I'll move soon, and something will happen with one of my writings. What? I'm not sure, they more concentrated on my love life.
When it came to who I will marry in the future they all said the same thing: "You already know him." They gave the details on what he looked like to a tee, told me what he's doing with his life now, how successful he was going to be in his future career, how I was going to have three sons with this guy and how we are going to be one of those couples who is honestly happy and in love, the kind that other people envy. Cue the cheesy love music.
To have the same prediction from all three different ladies makes it all a little creepy, I'm not gonna lie.
Anyways, I went to a psychic fair today. This fair was probably the most interesting thing to do in town today and not many people know about it. So, I signed up with this woman I have never went to before and she told me all the same predictions the others said: teaching, moving, marry guy I already know, have three kids, yadda yadda yadda.
Then we get to past lives, she told me this was where she thought she did really well in. It was her speciality.
She asked to hold onto something I only wear, so I let her hold my buckle ring that I always wear. She closed her eyes for quite some time and I didn't know what to do, so I just looked at her.
She reminded me a lot of a librarian. She stood out. She was not your typical free spirit, crazy haired, feather earrings, kind of lady I usually pictured as a reader. As I'm looking at her, I was wondering if she realizes she is the orange amongst all these apples in this room. She looks up at me and has this crazy look on her face.
My first thought was "Shit, she totally knew I called her an orange in my head."
She then proceeds to say "You're going to think I'm crazy for telling you this."
No more crazy than the look you just gave me, lady.
"You've had a few past lives. You were a girl from Sweden who lived in a house on a pasture by yourself, raising sheep. (How depressing.) In another life you were very much an Annie Oakley in the old west days, who got dressed up in the evening in a fancy dress but had a gun under your garter. (That I can totally see.) But, this last one links to what you're doing now in this life. Are you writing a book or some kind of thing on the Internet? What do they call it? A blog?"
I told her that I did.
She then started bawling her eyes out. "You know you're different than everyone else. Everyone that meets you knows that you're not like anyone they've met before. People say that all the time about people, but in your case it's the truth. You look at life so different, observe things about people that most don't notice. What I'm trying to say is there's a reason on why you blog and have so many journals and writings..."
I look at her, waiting for her to finish. And?
She continues on, still crying "You're very special and you're on a mission."
A mission for what? A mission to try and understand what you're telling me? Yeah, totally guilty.
"You're here from another realm."
I looked at her, bit down on my tongue so I didn't laugh, and said "Uh, what?"
"You're not from here. You're from another realm. Another planet. You're some what of a spy who is documenting everything you experience in this world and when you die, you'll then be sent back to that realm to tell everyone."
.............I was silent for quite a while. "So, you're trying to tell me I'm an alien?" I mean, gee lady, I feel like an outsider already in my life, thanks for making it worse. lol
As she is continuing on about my mission, I'm wondering where her drugs are, and where I could get some.
She's still crying, telling me she hasn't met anyone like me but has heard about people like me.
I felt like she thought she was talking to Marvin the Martians sister.
Needless to say, I left her table with WTF on my mind.
So, half the reading went well, the other half, well, it was interesting.
So, I guess I now have an actual legitimate excuse on why I do everything different than everyone else and how I dance to my own drummer....I'm from another realm, bitch. Where's my spaceship?!
xox
hotto
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