How was that for a cliff hanger, huh? I received emails (feel free to leave comments, it’s not scary) asking me what happened at the psychic. Well, here it is.
My friend and I had decided I would go in first. I followed Mr. Johnson to the adjacent room. An even smaller room, the walls covered in more dark, African masks. We sat down at a little round table, full of curios like crystals, a Tibetan singing bowl (which he would use... a lot), a cross, you know… altar stuff.
(So far I felt like I was at the doctor’s office or some other formal institution. I gave it to him matter of factly. He quickly peaked at a chart.)
Him: Pisces, element water.
He looked up from his notes and looked at me for a few
seconds.
Him: Your aura has a lot of yellow and royal blue, some dark red and
black too.
He didn’t go into what these colors stood for. May be all his other
clients are more spiritually educated? Luckily I am best friends with Google
and I later found out I have a pretty nice aura. I won't bore you with the details.
He tapped the singing bowl. Boinggg…
(Duh, what an open door, you just found out I am Pisces, show
me one Pisces who isn’t full of duality and mystery)
Him: You are always analyzing and assessing.
(True)
Him: You like to be on top of things and in need of a plan all the time.
(Wow… you lost me already. Me? The ultimate dreamer? A 'plan' at all time?)
Him: You get in your own way with worry!
(That is so true, but you could also have guessed that by looking at my face full of worry lines)
Boingg…
Him: You attract male energy.
(Don’t know what he means with that (yet). He had given us a piece of paper
beforehand, explaining that a lot of the reading might not make sense right
away. May be not until months later. All I could think of, of course, is that I
will have a son one day. Or it is Nolan, still hanging around me. I hope he
will bring up Nolan. I hope he has a message from him.)
Him: There is a teenage son
Me: Yep. My step son.
Him:
Are you close to him?
Me: I like to think we’re okay.
Him: Get closer to him.
Boingg…
Him: Your father, is he still lean.
Me: Yeah, he is still relatively skinny.
Him: What is it with medication?
Me: He told me last week that they finally stopped a certain medication that he was on.
Him: Blood thinners?
(What? How did he know?)
Him: Check in with him.
Me: What do you mean, should I worry?
Him: No, just check in with him periodically.
(Djeez.... I don't like this, but he said not to worry).
Him: Your dad seems really calm lately, is this true?
Me: I don't really know, I don't see him so often because he is overseas.
(My dad is always calm).
Boing....
Him: Your husband has very strong limbs.
(Eh… damn language barrier, what are limbs again?)
Him: He seems preoccupied lately, your husband. You must help him as best as you
can.
Boinggg...
Him: There are 4 people in your home at times. Why is that?
Me: We share co-parenting of my stepson. He is equal parts with us and equal
parts with his mother.
Him: Your environment is pleasant.
Him: Your daughter, how old is she?
(Wait, did I mention I have a daughter? No, I don't think I did much mentioning of anything).
Him (smiling): She has a companion, a best friend, they are very close, this is a very special companionship
Him: Your husband. Why is he rearranging his office?
Me: Is he?
Him: There is preparation? A business
deal? What is with New York?
Me: I don't know.
Him: There is a New York
connection for your husband
(Cool!)
Him: I see an attorney around him, this is a friend good and
helpful.
(People this is so true,
Boingg….
Him: There is NO need to worry. There is need to be patient.
(Patience... define patience for me!)
Boinggg…
Him: There is a pregnancy talked about. Be open to this!
(Dear internet! You can imagine I was almost rolling of my chair at this point!
What? Does he mean this pregnancy that the doctor’s just told me I had lost last
week? Or another one in the making this year? What? Tell me more? Stop. Hold.)
Tears started to prick in my eyes. He looked at me, unaffected by my emotions. He
handed me a box of tissues and will you believe there was a hummingbird on the
box of tissues? Remind me I will tell you about hummingbirds one day!).
Him: Don't stress and worry. Another child reaches for you.
(That's it? No mentioning of all my previous suffering, no contact with my little baby boy Nolan, no promise of healthy babies and an exact date of birth and may be a name suggestion while you're at it?)
Boingg….
Him: You have been helping your daughter a lot.
Me: What do you mean? All moms do; you mean… like, getting her ready for
school and stuff?
(Wow, am, I deep or what?)
He didn’t answer. Instead
another tap against the singing bowl.
Boingg….
Him: She plays very well alone at times, your daughter.
Me: No, not really.
(I felt a little awkward for questioning his words, but
this has been one of my biggest pet peeves with her. She does NOT know how to
entertain herself. This is why every free minute of the day needs to be filled
with play dates, TV or me entertaining her. This is why she frequently cries
for a sibling.)
Him: She does…if there is a task.
Me: Hmmm.
Him: Ask her about music. This will help her in being alone and playing alone.
(This is funny, dear friends, because music really is her thing. It is the one
thing that seems to calm her, the one thing that she is most passionate about.
But she always dismisses my suggestions to learn to play an instrument.)
Boingg…
Then Mr. Johnson goes on to talk about somebody in my husbands life. He looks
up at me and says
“You don’t like this person, do you”.
(I don't really know what to think of this person)
Him: This person wants to be carried by others, you know that right?
This person is selfish and will
take the benefits first!”
Him: You are independent. It is a challenge for you to succumb if others are leading
all the time.
(True. Can we get to the big foretelling now? Will I be a wealthy philanthropist?
Will I be having twins? Will I be ultimately happy? Will my husband love me
forever? Will I ever have a tight ass? Will my children be successful?)
Boinggg…
Him: Your arms are open to new people! This is good!
Him: You have a lot of deep reflecting to do in 2009.
(Oh boy… I don’t know about you, but 'reflecting' to me usually only happens in times
of adversity. Why would you have a desire to reflect, while sitting on a
pristine beach watching the sunset with your lover, while sipping margarita’s?)
Him: You'll be coming up with new possibilities. Don't stress and worry!
You have a
lot of opportunities in 2010. The year of opportunity.”
(Now we’re talking! I wish it was more immediate, but it’s good. This is
good news. I like possibilities. Right now I feel pretty stuck in my life and I
don’t see any opportunities. Thank you, Mr. Johnson, for renewing my hopes. Hope
is all I wanted out of this.)
I wanted to ask “what kind of opportunites?”. But I felt too intimidated.
Boingg….
Him: There is a 'P' around someone who will be close and helpful.
Me: I don’t know. All I can think of is my close and helpful friend Lexi,
she is married to Paul.
Him: No, that’s not it.
Boingg….
Him: You have a lot of love
in your home… and comfort.
(Yes, yes. I know. Let’s move on to the big things here. Stay focused Mr.
Johnson. Give me some good stuff.)
Him: There is a new computer being talked about.
(Better.... although not true, as far as I know. But my birthday is next
month and I would love a new laptop. Although I prefer a new photo camera. Any news
about a photo camera?)
Him: There are relatives who may visit this summer. You may visit them.
This will
be decided soon.
(Funny. My parents and I are in discussion about this. Should we go visit them
or should they come visit us? Wait, did I mention to him that my parents live
in Holland? I
think I did, when he asked about my father being lean.)
Him: Your husband is reading over a lot of documents right now, why is this?
Me: He is studying for a exam this week.
(Later I read in my notes that he added “This exam means a lot to him”. No prediction if he would pass the test or not. Wouldn’t that be nice? “He will pass the test”. I wonder if one would stop studying so hard, if there was the promise of passing the test.)
Boingg….
Him: There is an "A" around someone near. This person is counting, calculating. Numbers.”
(I looked at him in a daze. I could not think of an A around me or around someone near. The next day I
must have hurt my friend AnneMarie’s feelings, by sharing this with her and
suddenly realizing that she IS an “A” and she IS very close. But what does he
mean with “around someone near”. I’m confused.)
Boingg….
Him: Richard. Who is Richard?
Me: Well, the only Richard I can think of is my ex brother-in-law.
(We weren’t
particularly close but I don’t mention this. I doubt if this Richard would show
up in my reading, 3400 miles away in a new life, a new continent.)
Him: Did you hear news about him?
Me: No.
Boingg….
Him: There will be travel through Europe.
Me: You mean "to Europe" may be. I just mentioned I might go visit my parents
(I later see in the notes
that he wrote “there will be travel through or to Europe.
I travel TO Europe all the time, THROUGH Europe sounds much more intersting!).
Him: You will have a great time on your next journey there.
(I always do. May be I should visit Richard.)
Him: Does your daughter speak French?
Me: No, she speaks Dutch & English.
Him: I see Dutch, English and French.
Boingg…
Him: Who is "K" or "C"?
Me: Well, the first thing that comes up to me is my grand mother, Clara.
Or may be
it was Klara, I don’t even know how you spell it.
Him: Were you close to her?
Me: I don’t think I appreciated her for who she was when she was still alive.
Him: This is a very special woman, she may appear in a dream in some way.
("Grand mother.” he writes on the notes).
Him: There is a ‘D’?
(I draw a blank and just shrug my shoulders at him. Now that I am typing my notes, I realize we call my mother-in-law "Dee").
Boingg….
Him: There is a male from the past. A cousin who crossed over.
Me: I have a cousin named Danny, he died 2 years ago.
(Mr. Johnson nods.
I think “would that be the ‘D’? I want to ask "how is he doing?)
Him: Did you just buy your daughter a new bike?
Me: No.
(I should, it is very overdue!).
Him: A new bicycle is considered.
Me: My husband mentioned last week that he would like a
new bike.
(However, as far as I know, this was just a casual comment and not something we are seriously considering to buy anytime soon. How about an Audi Q7, any news on that?).
Him: What in-law can be very difficult?
Me: Eh… none of them, really.
Him: One of them is particularly difficult.
( I really don't know what this means and I don't like it).
Him: Your husbands family has an interesting history, you know that right?
Me: Yes.
Him: You can ask your two questions now.
(Wait. That was it? Wow, that didn’t even feel like 15
minutes. I still have so many questions. Will I write best sellers? Will I be famous? Am I doing a good job as
a mother? Can you actually see my grand mother? How is she doing? Is she proud
of me? And how about my cousin, is he okay? Are they together? How come you didn’t mention
my baby boy Nolan? Wait… stop… I want MORE).
I sigh and scratch my head. I don’t even know what I want to ask now. I was planning on asking about my life purpose, what it is that I am here on earth to do (and how to make money with it, preferably). Instead I murmur something general and he gives me something general back that I need to act on that business idea that I have. I tell him I have none. He looks up at me. “You will”.
His answer was short. Nothing concrete and specific to cling onto. I was hoping for “yes,
Jessica, I clearly get a message from the other realm, you’re pregnant with
twins, they’ll be born healthy and full term and you will all live happily ever
after, oh and before I forget… I see an Audi Q7 this summer too”. No. Instead
he said this:
”Again: don't stress. Once you relax and decide it is time and it’s okay, the
baby arrives. A second child is desired!!!!”
The 3 exclamation marks were his.
I know a second child is desired. He should have said "coming". And then give me 3 exclamation marks.
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