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Tarot cards

My neighbour Helen and I are at odds when it comes to psychics. It’s not that I don’t believe in them I just think that some of those shows you see on TV like with that guy John Edwards are a bit of a stretch. Helen thinks he’s great but I’m a bit more sceptical. Firstly, people who attend those sessions are clearly going there because they are seeking something to begin with so he already has a vulnerable audience. Then starting off his medium work with questions like “does anybody in the room know anyone who’s name starts with the letter ‘L’?” is hardly tapping into one person in the afterlife. Of course 99 per cent of the crowd is going to raise their hands. Who can’t think of someone they know with that initial? Then you get things like “I’m seeing a toothbrush or a hair brush” and the whole audience goes “ohhh, one time they brushed their teeth in front of me” or “one time they lost their hairbrush” thinking it’s their loved one who has come to bring them a message from the grave. It’s all too general for me to believe it is legitimate.

Then again I have heard plenty of true stories from friends and family that cant be explained so yes, I am a believer. Albeit it a sceptical one.

Consequently I’ve never had my palm read or asked someone to read my tarot cards. I don’t know why because it kinda goes against my desire to know absolutely everything. But I think it’s because I feel as though it’s tempting fate or something.

Last night, though, I bit the bullet after Mette pulled out her Tarot cards to give Stefani a reading. After shuffling, reshuffling, cutting, and re-cutting the deck, (you can never be too careful) guess which card came up at the top of my pile…? The travel card of course!

Surprisingly, there was no stupidity card, which would have come as a handy warning for later last night when I burnt the palm of my hand on a hotplate. Ouch. Who puts their entire hand on a hotplate to test whether it is hot?? That would me! Ridiculously stupid!

On a less painful note, I met some really lovely people at a party tonight. My friend Bianca from Australia has put me in touch with her friend from university Veronica who has been so kind and hooked me up with accommodation with her sister and then her and her South African husband Willfred for the next week, so that’s one less thing to stress about. I heart friends of friends.