It seemed like we wouldn’t make it.
We were meant to go to the festival yesterday, but then, shit happened. I got sick. I’d mentioned to my sister that I may stop by the Mind, Body and Spirit Expo on my way home from work today, but even then as I struggled with my sinuses this morning, the sense of weakness overcoming me, that reality seemed far from probable.
Even so, when she said she was eager to come and meet me there…
Suddenly my symptoms eased. Funny how that happens when something interesting is around the corner.
I truly think this festival is going to become our thing. We attended together years ago on her actual birthday, and we shopped ’til we dropped. Man, we have a photo we coaxed someone into taking of the two of us, and our hands were full of bags. Bags bags bags.
It’s almost hilarious when you put two women together who are on similar but yet very differing missions. We started off together, supporting each other at each stall:
“Just ask him – get him to spray that turmeric on your hair.”
“I don’t like his tone of voice.”
“Yeah sure, I’ll drink that shot of beetroot juice with you.”
But, overwhelmed with the colourful stalls, lights, crystals and energy-healing spiritual folk all around us, we soon amicably parted ways to discover the secrets of the soul, solo.
Bags weren’t so much on my agenda this time. Sure I got a few things, but something else was calling me.
I’d been toying with the idea of getting a psychic reading since I knew we were going. I walked past the large psychic reading area, and decided on a whim, I must do it.
I’ve never done it before. Had any part of my future or otherwise told to me.. if you’re not counting my late aunty reading my coffee and beans. That’s another story for another day.
But I sat there, awaiting my turn, before going to meet the chap himself. His name was Peter, he looked like a regular outback Aussie, and with his relaxed and friendly nature he put me immediately at ease.
As he said from the outset… there were no straight yes’ or nos. He laid out cards for me, whereas really I would have liked for him to tap into the spiritual universe… but that would be for another time. I concentrated on two specific things in my life, and shuffled the decks twice accordingly, before he presented it all out to me in the drawing of them.
I’m still working it all out in my head. Life is complicated – the cards match that. I’ve even drawn myself a little diagram so I can study it further. But still, what did I take away from it all?
We have the ultimate final say in all that we do. The cards may present to us one thing presently, but our actions can change that at any time. We are in charge.
The power lies within me.
He accurately pinpointed that I think too much – I’m always as he put it, “in my head.”
And he posed a rhetorical question to me, that was so unbelievably spot on, that I couldn’t help but grin. He asked:
“Are you the author of your own life?”
Oh dude. You have no idea.
My prized possessions, equal to the positive reinforcement Peter gave me, came in the form of the crystals I got. The two small ones I bought myself, and the orange one was gifted to me by sis – she said when she saw it and read the meaning, she thought of me 🙂
Time to become Master, Author and Creator of my world.. and start creating some magic me thinks 😉