Several years ago
I had a psychic reading
Not at one of those hole-in-the-wall places
with the flashing lights
and crystal balls
It was done in my living room
My former roommate, Sydney, had her future read frequently
Sydney had the same lady come over to our house
oh, every couple months or so
Always when nobody was home
I don’t remember how it was arranged
but the next thing you knew,
I too was signed up for a reading
Sydney promised not to tell the “medium” a thing about me
That way we could insure accuracy
The medium didn’t wear a long, flouncy dress
Or bring a satchel full of rocks and crystals,
She showed up in her subaru car,
dressed in a North Face pullover and jeans
Said to me, this isn’t my day job
We sat facing each other in the quiet house
Nobody there except for us,
That was one of her rules
That nobody else be there, too distracting
She took a few minutes to gauge me,
Had her eyes closed, seemed to be sniffing around at the air
Like she were some kind of animal.
I closed my eyes too, I was tired
Maybe its custom to start out by saying
a few nice things about the person.
Because that’s what she did at first,
mentioned a few of my qualities
Built me up a little bit.
She said she noticed that I was a writer.
She told me: Keep writing, someday there will be people helping you.
As you can imagine, I was pleased that this was one of
the first things she mentioned.
She was good
She went on to say that there was a person from
my past, who wished to speak to me.
From a past life, from a past life, she clarified.
The medium then, with her eyes still closed,
started speaking in a stranger, lower voice
I realized that the spirit was speaking through her:
It’s you! It’s you! I cannot believe I can finally speak to yyyooou!
The emotion that came with this voice brought tears to my eyes
Ooooohhhhh, youuuuuuuu! Oh, oh, you are sssso lovely in this life!
The voice was truly eerie,
but my, what a compliment! Lovely?
The medium broke the contact with the spirit
She looked at me and said:
Whoever that was they sure are fond of you.
But, know that not every spirit is good.
Spirits, like humans, are both bad and good.
Let’s move on, she said
I have some advice for you, based on what I’m seeing:
First, know that a good way to gauge your happiness, is that
you are happiest when you are most light on your feet.
I would imagine..
Second, you should eat less spicy food. More fresh food.
No and okay.
You are very serious, watch more funny movies and tv shows.
Now, I have given you some advice about how to better your life,
I’d like to mention just a few other things before we close:
You are wondering if you will have
everlasting love: you are not the type.
You will not be with the same man for all of your life.
I’ll show you!
You are wondering if you will be happy when you move from Arizona.
You will be happy, you will be more whole than you have ever been.
In the distant future I see you standing up on a hill,
inside of a prairie or meadow.
Your arms are wide open.
You are rejoicing because
you have finally reached the place
where you’ve been headed all your life.
I will keep my eyes wide-open for that place..
That was the last psychic reading I’ve had
The woman told me all I needed to know,
and then some.
Knowing your future is not fun.
Whether its true or not.
I mean, there’s the good:
I should keep writing!
People will be helping me with it!
I’m going to stretch my arms out wide like a crazy
person while standing in a high-elevation prairie!
And then there’s the bad:
I should give up Thai food,
no relationship I will ever be in will last.
Enough is enough,
I know enough now.
I will seek that meadow where
I will be whole and free
and I will try my darndest to have a long,
happy marriage someday.
I paid her $25 bucks that day
She told me a whole lot more
But its been so long that I forgot it
I hadn’t written it down because
at the time I thought I’d remember it all.