Roughly 20 years ago I was going through a rough patch workwise, the details of which aren't relevant. I can ruminate (brood, stew, worry) with the best of them, and I couldn't figure out what I should do. One day a coworker just happened to mention that she'd been to a party where there was a psychic, I think doing readings as part of the entertainment, and she had the woman's phone number. I had never thought about psychics at all, but at the time I was so anxious that I called her. It wasn't very much money; $30 for a half hour reading.
So I went to her house. She was just a very normal-looking woman; nice enough looking, just regular clothes (you can see I had some preconceived notions). Her natural personality is warm and friendly, so I liked her pretty much right off the bat, but she asked me if I was nervous, which I was.
Then she asked: "Do you have a pair of saddle oxfords?" Kind of dumbfounded, I said, yes. At the time they were the shoes I wore to work almost every day. It wasn't like they were spats or anything, but I might have been the only man in an office building of about 1,000 wearing saddle oxfords. (They were from Johnston & Murphy; I wear a narrow size, and it's always been hard to find shoes; I got them mainly because they fit and weren't the most old-man-looking shoes that did—if you wear an A or B width, you know what I'm talking about.)
She goes on to say: "Because all day long I've been seeing images of a man wearing saddle oxfords." So. That was weird, and right on the nose. I thought later, well, she could have some way found that out about me in order to get me to believe her predictions. But then I thought: Like she's going to do that level of reconnaissance for $30?
She had a deck of cards, I suppose tarot cards, and they were laminated, I guess because she used them constantly. We sat at a dining table, and I would ask a question, then she would shuffle the cards, and then turn some over on the table and kind of gaze around, then she would tell me something. She would say: "They're showing me...[whatever it was]."
She told me something very specific about my future career ("They're showing me [an element of something you'd be working with]." She then gave some advice about how to go about my next move, i.e., making a change. It was her own interpretation of what she'd seen, and her advice about how to go about it was a little bit off. But the meat of the matter, she was dead right about.
I know there are skeptics here who will probably insult me for writing this. And in the case of someone claiming to be a psychic asking leading questions, etc., and then making "predictions" that just come from being a skilled listener, I understand the skepticism. All I can say is the shoe thing came out of the blue; it was basically the first thing she said to me after hello. And then the work thing, well, all I can say is that she was right. She was a nice lady and I liked her, and I believe she had some kind of talent, gift...whatever you want to call it.
