posted on Oct, 16 2008 @ 12:38 AM
I've posted this on ATS before in a thread or two, but here it is again. It's true
Years ago I was helping a friend with a children's birthday party: two dozen kids in a yard. Lots of squealing, laughter, occasional tears .. usual
thing. In the yard, my friend's husband and another couple were ensuring all the kids were safe, having fun etc. So I went indoors to help my
friend clear up the kitchen, do the dishes, etc. It was almost time for parents to start arriving to collect their children.
Wiping dishes and staring out of the window, I suddenly saw one of the little girls from the party. She was riding a tricycle down the middle of the
I pointed this out to my friend, dropped what I was doing and sprinted out and retrieved the little girl. Her name was Belinda. About five years
old. She was one of my daughter's little friends.
We got Belinda back inside the yard (tall fence all around) just in time. Few minutes later, her mother arrived. My friend begged me with her eyes
not to mention Belinda's near escape to her mum.
Belinda's mum grabbed Belinda and hugged her tightly. Then she turned to my friend and I and said she'd just returned from a psychic. She then
went on to say that the psychic's predictions must be wrong .. and the visit a mistake and waste of money.
We nodded, uh huh. Belinda's mum continued: the psychic must be wrong, she said ... and that was good .. she was relieved about
that. For instance, she said, the psychic had just told her that Belinda was in danger. ' I see a little girl ' (the psychic had said) ... ' She
has dark blonde hair and she's dressed in a pink party dress .. little frill around the hem and she's got paler pink ribbons in her hair. Her
hair's in pig-tails and they have ringlets. She's a bit chubby. She's wearing red t-strap shoes. She has a little diamonte heart on a chain
around her neck' .. etc.
The psychic was describing Belinda, clearly. Belinda's mother asked .. 'What's this about danger. What do you see?'
And the psychic replied she could see this little girl on a road, on a three wheeler bike.
Belinda told my friend and I that she'd said to the psychic, ' Oh no. That couldn't be my little girl. My daughter's a party and I know the
people very well. They have a very safe yard and a high fence. You must be seeing some other girl'
So, as Belinda's mum hugged her daughter, she said she was relieved the psychic had been wrong about Belinda, because it meant all the other things
the psychic had said must be wrong too ... thank goodness.
My friend and I were feeling pretty uncomfortable by this point.
Belinda's mum continued: for instance, she said, the psychic had told her that she was pregnant. Belinda's mum gave a loud fake yelp and said she
knew for sure THAT wasn't correct, because she knew for a fact she couldn't have any more children.
The psychic had also told her that she and her husband would soon be breaking up .. but that they'd get back together again after the birth of the
baby. Belinda's mother rolled her eyes and said sure, she and her husband were going through a bad patch but not bad enough to break up over.
The other thing the psychic had told her, she said, was that her mother was dying, even though she was unaware of it. She would be dead before
Christmas, said the psychic.
Belinda said her mother was fit as a fiddle and was only 46 in any case. All in all, she said .. she was glad to know the psychic was wrong. Then
she thanked the hostess and began leaving with Belinda.
The hostess (my friend) and I looked at each other hard. Then, basically at the same time, we each called Belinda's mother back. And we told her
that Belinda actually had been on the road on the tricycle. My friend apologised and said she had no idea how Belinda had managed to get out of the
yard, because her husband had been so careful about watching the gate.
Belinda's mum took it in .. realised the implications of this .. and her face fell. We were all thinking the same thing (which is why we'd felt
compelled to tell the truth about Belinda) --- if the psychic had been right about Belinda, even down to the dress she was wearing and the little
heart around her neck -- then the chances were high that she'd been right about the rest. And it wasn't all good news.
I didn't see Belinda's mum for several weeks. Then one day I bumped into her in the shop where she worked. Asked how she was. I'd forgotten
about her trip to the psychic ... was in a hurry, etc.
Belinda's mum didn't look very well. She'd learned she was pregnant, she said. The doctors had no explanation. The baby was due in six or so
months. She'd split up with her husband.
Didn't see her again until the break-up party at our children's school, must have been around Christmas time. I'd heard from others by then that
she'd had the baby .. a little boy, all well. And her husband was planning to move back home in the New Year. Her mother had died shortly before
and Belinda's mum was still upset by it of course, although she hadn't had time to grieve properly she said, because of the birth of the baby. She
was happy on the outside, tanned, smiling, but her face looked worn out.
Next time I saw her, I asked for the name and contact details of the psychic. I was curious to learn more. I'd had a number of psychic/paranormal
experiences since childhood, but had never put much faith in psychics who did 'readings' for money, day in, day out.
Told another friend about the psychic in question. This friend was a real scallywag .. anything at all would pop out of her mouth at all the wrong
times and she seemed to enjoy shocking people. She was a funny woman and great company in small doses. She said she had just broken up with her
husband and wanted to know what the future held in store. She asked if I'd accompany her if she could get an appointment with the psychic.
I said Ok. Would give me a chance to study the psychic and perhaps even watch the methods she used.
We went along at the appointed time. The psychic was stunning and seemed a complete air.. All over her walls were professional photos of herself.
She revealed that until a few years ago, she'd been a model. She played with her hair, looked at herself every few minutes in the mirror, etc.
Gorgeous, nice and seemed shallow as a puddle.
She sat at a table with my friend and plopped down a beaten-up looking deck of ordinary playing cards. Spread them out face down and instructed my
friend to choose .. oh, I don't remember .. maybe ten or so.
Then turned to me and suggested I sit over on the sofa on the other side of the room. A bit miffed, I sat there. The psychic's cat jumped up on me
(and I wasn't a 'cat person' at the time) and began staring at me, purrring. I stared back, trying to say 'buzz off please, I don't want your
fluff all over my skirt' .. but it just stared back. It must have hypnotised me, because I fell asleep. Woke up maybe a few or more or even ten
minutes later, don't know.
The psychic was telling my friend things that I know for a fact later came true .. I know because some of them involved me.
Anyway, then it was my turn with the psychic. I was more interested in speaking to her about how and from where she obtained her information. But I
picked the nominated number of cards and she turned them over and looked at them silently. She told me a few things that were reasonably accurate ..
but I was being as difficult as I knew how to be: had my feet crossed and my hands crossed, under the table, and was deliberately trying to 'blank'
my mind so she couldn't pull things out of me. In other words, I wasn't going to let her 'read my mind' and pass it off as clairvoyance. I know.
I wasn't being fair.
Anyway, after a few minutes she pushed all my cards into a heap and got up from her chair. Asked if we'd like cofee and a biscuit.
I was shocked. She'd been with my friend for 3/4 of an hour. And all I was getting was a few minutes ?
' Hey .. what about my future ? ' I laughed .. ' You've just scrambled it all up ! '
She was half way down to her kitchen by then. ' Glad it's not MY future ' she said and made a 'brrrrrr' sound. She came back fluffing her hair,
primping, etc. and nibbling on a cardboard diet biscuit.
' So tell me' I said to her when she sat down ' Do you 'see' information, or do you 'hear' it .. or is it put into your . by something,
someone. How does it work ? '
She shrugged. She was bored with the whole thing. Played with her hair, etc. Wanted us to leave. But I persisted.
Finally, she just said she had 'no idea' how the information came to her. That's all she would say and it sounded about right, because she was no
genius .. beautiful but pretty superficial.
She said that after her husband left her with two children, she had no way of earning a living. All she'd ever had were her looks and she couldn't
get modelling work any more. At a party, at someone's insistence and while a bit drunk, she'd pretended to 'read' people's cards .. tell their
future .. just for a laugh. Except it turned out she was spot-on .. very accurate, as it later was learned.
So, with a bit of encouragement from girlfriends, she'd put an ad in the paper. Two dollars a psychic reading.
As her reputation for accuracy spread, she was booked solid, for months.
But, she said, she had made the mistake, early on, of telling people exactly what the future held for them .. cheating spouses, illness, death,
divorce, etc. So some women from a sort of psychic's union had taken her in hand .. taught her to 'imply' bad stuff, rather than blurt it out.
Later, I learned this ex-model, reluctant-psychic was doing readings for some of the country's senior politicians who flew up especially to see
Her rates climbed through the roof. True story