Want to rile people up? Ask them how they would feel about having a physic reading? Here’s some highly censored reactions - edited for good taste:
I’d be freaked out
I’d be too afraid
Creeps me out
No possible way
Judaism frowns on such practices
I try to do a cursory search on “Judaism and Psychic Readings” but the more I read, the more confused I become. One particular interpretation chills my being: A Jewish soul must nurture spiritual energy from a Jewish place. No substitutes will suffice in the long term – just as you cannot replace mother’s milk with cow’s milk and all the more so with Coca Cola.
Overcoming great Jewish guilt and hoping I am not dooming my soul to rot in Hell, I book an appointment with a local psychic reader. When we initially speak, she asks me to think about a few questions I want answered and to feel free to record our upcoming session.
Then I return to internet searching for more generalized details on psychic readings.
One psychic says: “When I sit in front of someone, I go blank and I’m open to hearing whatever I’m supposed to hear. Stories, information, images, pictures, and symbols come up in my mind, which make no sense to me, but they make sense for the person sitting in front of me.”
Another reiterated the same:
“When I’m in a reading, I’m speaking with intelligences outside of myself, and transmitting information they give me.”
My psychic reader lives on a nondescript street in a small ranch house with a big friendly dog. No crystal balls. No hanging beads. No burning incense or dipping oils for anointing. No Zen-like mood music wafting in the background. She ushers me into a small, neutrally decorated room and we sat across from each other at a simple wood table.
She explains that she will summon my guardians or guides and that she will tell me what she is “hearing” uncensored and then we can discuss what I find relevant. She also points out that she will often be looking off to the side - listening to voices I can’t hear. She is explicit: she doesn’t predict or try to guess the future. She self-describes herself as a “channeler”.
She begins explaining what she is seeing: a couple - a man and woman seeming to be parental figures - in the 1970’s or 1980’s - sitting around a round Formica table which is encased in some type of metal - with a coffee maker percolating nearby.
I am entranced. My mother had inherited from her mother a wrought iron, round table that she had in her kitchen from the 1970’s until her death in 2018. And much to my annoyance, she had replaced the glass top with a piece of thick, purple specked Formica. And always close by her table was a Farberware percolator brewing coffee.
Later in the reading, my psychic’s eyes open wide with astonishment and she bellows out: “I see a massive white owl enveloping you. You do something with healing, but not in the medical field and what you do touches many people. You are a writer who heals and you need to keep doing it.”
“What’s with the white owl?” I beseech her.
“The significance of the white owl,” she fires back with gusto, “is representative of wisdom and intuition and being hyper-observant of nuances. Your owl is very protective and gives you light and your light in turn shines outward.”
I leave the session having gleaned a myriad of details and nuances to ponder and sift through - providing me additional clarity as the days pass.
Skeptical? I respect that. Many are. How do psychic readers respond to skepticism? Not defensively. Here’s two responses:
“I love skeptics! They’re only doubtful until something I’ve predicted comes true, and then they become believers. It’s been my experience that men can be the biggest skeptics, but once you tell them something that no one else could possibly know, they become your client for life! I have a lot of male clients.”
“This stuff doesn’t have to be for everybody. I hope skeptics find what works for them. I don’t care how you get to your self-knowledge. Just get there, please.”
As for me, I’m looking for massive white stuffed fake owls to place in every room of my house – in close proximity to all my hamsas. In this crazy world, I’ll take all the real or imagined protection I can get.
Keep Preserving Your Bloom,
Iris Ruth Pastor