Today I had a psychic reading. Have you ever done that?
In the past, I’ve worked with Richard Ungar many times. He does hand analysis and does not claim to be psychic, although he’s very intuitive. He’s been trying to bring the ancient art of palmistry into the realm of science (he founded the International Institute of Hand Analysis), and to that end, has utilized massive databases of finger- and hand-prints.
I’ve studied Richard’s book, Life Prints, and taken my friends’ and family members’ fingerprints, which I decoded for them. Very fun.
I highly recommend getting a reading with Richard if you ever have a chance.
I’ve also had astrological readings done. The last one was last summer. I’m happy to say that my Jupiter return, which occurs once every 12 years, begins at the end of this month, and I am so looking forward to moving into a period of expansion.
Today Joe Nicols, a long-time, well-known Austin palmist/psychic, read my hands in a 10-minute reading. I found what he had to say interesting and am considering going back to him for a full reading.
Joe wears a suit, and one of my companions was very impressed by that!
First, by looking at the backs of my hands, he said that I’d had an emotional disturbance recently. Yes.
He told me I’d been blind in a previous life, and that I’m very careful who I listen to. He said he was flattered that I was listening to him.
Huh. I do know that I am (often) more auditory than visual and that uncorrected, my vision is in the -9 to -10 range, extremely near-sighted. The pleasures of making eye contact were an adult revelation.
Over the past few years, I have gotten choosy about people’s voices. I’ve been disturbed by certain voices and distanced myself because hearing the person talk grated on my nerves. It’s partly the tone and partly hearing their mindless suffering.
I prefer to be around people who are careful with their speech, who really understand it as communication. People have interesting communication habits (including me, I’m sure). Some are predictable and straightforward, some deliver with a smile or laugh, and some bury what I consider important information and only later do I get it. Some withhold it.
I also like people who are emotionally sensitive — not just about what they hear but also about what they say. Insensitivity is alienating, and I say that as someone who knows she has responded to it in kind but who later regrets not calling the other on it when first received. Insensitivities tear at the fabric of trust, in my opinion.
I have a strong aversion to hearing bad news given badly. I like to be prepared for it and be offered emotional support.
These are just some things I’ve noticed about listening, partly from having bumped into someone whose communication style I sometimes found difficult and puzzling.
Joe told me that I’d been a healer for many, many lifetimes, doing healing of various types — as a doctor, midwife, and so on.
This makes sense to me. I can easily believe that I’ve met up with people I’ve known as fellow healers in previous lives, and they’ve drawn me back into healing work in this lifetime. I’m coming home.
He said I came into this lifetime ready to make a mark but that factors in my early life dampened that. True.
He said I have the mark of an athlete in my hands. That was surprising, but yep, if you consider yoga and dance athletic.
He also said that I could have done many things in this lifetime. He said I could have been an engineer, for instance. Hmm. Okay.
Joe also said I’d been a writer in many, many lifetimes, and that I was once a man who wrote with a quill pen!
Whoa. I wonder if I wrote standing up. I wonder if I wore a powdered wig. I wonder what I wrote! Wow! If I knew who I was, I could look up my writing!
You could say that by blogging about wellness and practicing massage, I’m continuing two karmic traditions. Joe had no idea that that’s what I do.
Joe told me that I’m not materialistic and can’t be bought. Yep, I know that’s true.
Joe also spoke to me about having an aversion to being trapped, because I wear no jewelry on my hands. (I said, “But I’m a massage therapist. I don’t wear rings or bracelets when I’m working, so it’s easier not to wear them at all.” He replied that my conscious mind may understand it that way, but it’s deeper than that. Okay.)
Yes, of course I have an aversion to being trapped! Who wants to be trapped? I asked him what was wrong with that, and he made it sound like it was necessary to allow oneself to be trapped to be in a relationship.
Hmm. I still don’t like it. My ideal relationship is to have a long-term, committed boyfriend, who even if I married him (probably because he needed marriage, not me), I’d still want him to be known as my boyfriend. That doesn’t sound trapped.
It sounds way more fun, flirty, sexy, and joyous than being married does.
Is that immature? I think it’s romantic, and I’ve seen older couples, grandparents, who still act that way around each other. They don’t appear to be trapped.
Joe then switched from reading my hands to reading cards. He had me shuffle an ordinary deck a few times and cut the cards. Then he laid them out in a spread to give me a reading on love.
He said I was entering a time of exploring new relationships, that I’m open to it and will learn from it, and in a couple of years I will be very drawn toward someone who is talkative, busy, and a mover and shaker.
That sounds good. May he be drawn to me as well.