Psychic Session.


Hello.

Hello, she responds with a hint of hesitancy in her voice.

I let the silence linger for a mere moment, as I wait for her to tell me that she’s been expecting my call.

Before the silence moves from lingering to awkward I ask, Is that Edith?

Yes, I’m Edith.

Oh, hi. My name is Chantelle. My friend came and saw you last year for a reading and I was hoping that I could make an appointment to see you too. Oh, and my sister would like to come along too for a reading. We could do the reading together. Or separate. I’m not sure what you do, I ramble, not sure how much I need to tell her and how much she already knows due to her psychic ability.

We make an appointment for the following Wednesday, and I wait excitedly for the day to roll around.

I don’t really know what’s come over me these past few months. For years I haven’t read my horoscope, and wouldn’t go near a psychic. I’d actually laugh at them, or the thought of them. Who needs to know their future, I’d jest, Just get busy living and it will happen anyway.

A few years ago I thought I’d test the so called amazing eBay psychic. She told me things that no one could google or guess about me and my life, and I was converted, but only to her. I still didn’t read horoscopes and I wasn’t seeing any other fortune tellers. I’ve since purchased six readings in total. Converted? yes. Obsessed, probably.

Since Christmas I’ve started reading every single horoscope I come across. I even consulted the Women’s Weekly to see which was my ideal day for haircutting, and promptly made an appointment on that very day.

And I was off to see a psychic named Edith.

We leave early on Wednesday morning for the trek all the way out to St. Ives. It’s 29km according to the GPS, and a trillion miles out of my comfort zone. I’m anxious. I hear my little sister’s voice running through my head: What if she tells you you’re going to die? Or worse still, she says nothing at all? What will that mean?

Big Sis and I chat all the way in, the whole 29km. We get to just around the corner from her house {400m according to the GPS} and I suddenly feel ill. I feel sick, I tell Big Sis, I’m a bit nervous.

What if she kills us? she replies. We laugh. Here I am worried about my future, and Big Sis is worried about some little old lady killing us.

We park and walk in. The house is like any lovely ladies’ house. Lots of pot plants, a tidy lawn. I was expecting wind chimes, statues and overgrown vines. I’m watching you, I give my best witch impersonation as we near the door to try and scare Big Sis a little more.

There’s an antique bell so I ring it a few times and wait for her to arrive. My sister points out that there is actually a modern day battery operated door bell that we probably should have used instead. I quite liked the atmosphere that the antique one created. Spooky.

A little lady comes to the door, and she’s nothing like I expected. She’s tiny, and beautiful. Well dressed, beautiful make-up and articulate. The sort of Grandma you always hoped for.

Big Sis is first in and I anxiously wait in a room nearby. I try and listen into the reading but a radio nearby is making it impossible. I hear coughing and movement coming from the front of the house and I’m convinced that it’s ghosts. Later I find out that Edith has a husband that coughs and moves around. Pretty normal stuff.

And then it’s my turn. She pulls out a cassette tape to start recording our session. I realise that I have nowhere to play a cassette and just as that thought pops in my head she asks: Do you even have anywhere to play this? Not many people do anymore.

Oh, yes. I’ve got a player at home, I lie and then instantly regret it. She’ll know I’m lying, but I was only doing so that I wouldn’t offend her. We move on.

I immediately love her. She’s so sweet and she knows stuff. Things like that I have a beautiful husband and a little daughter. I don’t let any unnecessary information out just to appease the inner sceptic in me. She tells me I have a beautiful, beautiful marriage. She tells me why, and I nod happily. She’s right.

She also tells me about Lacey. She’s a determined, bright little girl who is a lovely little being, with a bit of a feisty side. Don’t get me wrong, Edith states, she’s not naughty though. She’s not the kind of kid to pull wings off butterflies.

I laugh, I hope not.

She also reminds how hard it was in the beginning with Lacey and how we haven’t had the easiest of journeys {the eBay psychic said the same}. I quite like that it wasn’t all just in my head and that it’s been validated by two people now {amongst others in real life}. She assures me that the next baby {whenever that may be} is going to be a breeze in comparison {so did the eBay psychic} and she also tells me the sex {so did the eBay psychic} but I’ll keep that a secret.

She tells me about Hubby and things that will happen with us. She looks into the near future {up to the next 3 years} and what’s going to happen.

After forty-five minutes of having my fortune told, and not having anything else to ask, my time is up. It’s time to go home. Big Sis and I leave full of beans and excited about life and our futures.

Don’t start telling me what she told you until we get in the car, I demand of Big Sis, I don’t want to miss anything with the door closing and stuff.

We chatter away all the way home. It seems to take half the time that it took getting there. Big Sis has a fun-filled year ahead, and she can hardly sit still… and no one is wiping that smile from her face.

I check my phone as we pull into the drive-way and notice 3 missed calls, all from Edith. I’ve left my purse at her house.

I get inside, excited to tell Hubby all the details. After I’ve finished I tell him that I have to go back and pick up my purse.

He laughs and says tongue-in-cheek, She can’t be that psychic if she didn’t see that was going to happen.

And we head back on the trek to St. Ives. x

If you want any of the details of either of the psychics, just send me an email at fatmumslim@hotmail.com

10 thoughts on “Psychic Session.”

  1. ooh! i went to one at the royal easter show.

    but i am here nor there with them.

    i might email your for the one at st ives. not meant to be spending any money though. 🙁

    x

  2. Hi Chantelle – this sounds like an interesting experience. Like you I was always a bit unsure about the whole psychic thing, but in the past year one of my best friends gave up her corporate gig to reveal that she had psychic abilities and pursue that full-time. She really has a gift and has shocked me over and over with her insights – including sending me a good luck message when I was in labour and nobody else knew!!!

  3. Wow, I'd love to visit a psychic just to see what they could tell me but I'm not sure if it would be a complete waste of money!

    PS- Can't believe you came all the way out to St. Ives! Just around the corner from my house. x

  4. You inspired me to book a reading with the ebay psychic. Exciting! I'll let you know how it goes 🙂 I hope all the good things your St Ives lady told you will come true xxx

  5. sounds like such a fun day! i might need to visit her next time im down i think. thanks for dinner last night – it was fun (and yummy!). rowe x

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