Witchy Witch

Big secret has to stay secret … for approximately 12 or 13 more days. Horse before cart and all that ... Shhhhh.

But in the meantime, Monys 100 things post reminded me of something, and must have resonated in a few others, since they commented on it.

Most people (women) at some point in their lives have visited a clairvoyant, tarot card reader ... energy healer ... snake oil charmer.

I always avoided them like the plague ... not sure if I was purely sceptical or too scared to believe they could actually have extraordinary visions.

Except for one time, many years ago a girl I worked with had gone to the, you know, ‘Absolute Best’ in Sydney. Everyone in the office was regaled with the wonderful stories about how her life was going to unfold - wealth, travel abroad, marriage, children ... blah blah. I mean she was already dating a guitarist from a major band, so we were entranced with her everyday-life stories anyway.

Extraordinarily she convinced both myself and my extremely gothic friend to book in and go.

I don’t think either of us had ever done this before, so it was a bit of an adventure. It took some weeks before our appointment, she was ‘that good’.

We walked into her office and her overweight daughter gave us the once over – cursory look to me and bug eyes at my friend.

My turn first. She looked at me in the chest area and pronounced that I’d arrived at myself. I’d traversed all childhood insecurities and was now at the point of being a pretty complete person.

Single at the time, finding out if I’d stay that way was a priority.

‘I see you meeting someone creative – maybe a writer’

Funny, Mr. Sparkle is a writer ...

I’ve really got to find the piece of paper I wrote everything down on. There was a whole bunch of other stuff, maybe me in an import business of my own, cottage by the sea. She gave me names of people that were/should be significant in my life. Most of it didn't make sense, or has never happened.

Anyway, towards the end, she said to me

‘I don’t know if you will have children’

Absolutely stunned, I think I blinked, then gulped, and muttered something like ... ‘well I don’t know if I want any’. I mean I was around 24 or 25 at the time.

Now I wonder, was she for real? Did she really have a true sense of this thing about me. I mean, I am one of the few people I know that have ever been told that. How many times have I heard 'I'm going to have a girl and a boy'? In fact I was so gobsmacked (even at that age), that I don’t think I have ever even told anyone, lest it be true, not even my gothic friend as we left and compared our readings.

Can you imagine how many times these words and that reading have replayed over in my mind in the last 4 years?

I’ve never been to another.