“You are feeling battered and bruised,” I said.Īfterwards, a woman approached and said she was a victim of domestic violence, and what should she do? I didn’t get a single vibe from it, so I just described the symbolism. The rose inside had been packed so tightly, its petals were crushed. Nervous, the first thing I grabbed was a packet of silver foil. Congregants would place a flower on the table, and the clairvoyants would choose one and “read” it at the microphone. To test my new skills, I volunteered to be a clairvoyant at the spiritualist church. ‘The range of problems faced by people who can afford $50 for fortune telling turned out to be limited: troubles with romance, troubles at work, trouble mustering the courage for a much-needed change.’ Photograph: Busà Photography/Getty Images Suddenly, I saw signs and omens everywhere. I also learned that all things are connected, and everything is a symbol of something else. “Your first thoughts are the most psychic ones, before your rational mind interferes,” said the teacher. She was pregnant, and I was officially psychic.ĭeciding to develop my gift, I enrolled in a psychic class, where I learned to say the first thing that popped into my head. She picked the card for pregnancy, which we laughed about, because she wanted her tubes tied.Ī week later she said, “Guess what the doctor told me this morning?” That changed after I took my cards to my part-time job and read them for a colleague during the break. At the time I was a science student, and just considered it a fun game at parties. Although nothing I wanted (fame, money, hot boyfriend) actually arrived, one thing led to another and I taught myself to read Tarot cards.
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An instruction manual for witches, its central idea was that if you wanted something, and you had good intentions, you just told the universe and magic would happen. I would read Tarot cards or interpret horoscopes.Īs a teenager, I’d devoured a book called Positive Magic.
Every Sunday, I climbed the stairs of an old terrace house in Sydney’s historic Rocks district, to sit in the attic and divine the future. There was more – and it was happening more frequently. Now something grabbed his fingers or stroked his arm. And then a figure, at the edge of his vision. At first it was just flickering lights, he said.
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