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Friday, July 30, 2010

Metaphysical Fridays.

I recently visited a psychic with a great reputation – she is apparently both accurate and successful in her readings. In the stereotypically musty and drape-laden front room of her old bungalow, she lit a candle and poured me a cup of tea before consulting the tarot cards.
She studied the cards and then twitched violently, like she was coming out of a dream, and said to me, "I wish there was an easy way to deliver this news, but there's not. So I'll just be blunt. Prepare yourself to lose a very close friend. He'll die suddenly in excruciating pain later this month."
I was obviously shaken. Even knowing her reputation I was immediately sceptical. How could she know this? Was she playing on my insecurities and fears? I stared at her silently for some time; the candle flickered shadows over her lined face. I took a few deep breaths to compose myself before asking, "Will I get away with it?"