Apparently, there is a crystal ball in our family as my grandmother had ‘a gift’. This was passed on to a cousin who I was led to believe told fortunes for a living at one stage.
I believe in second sight, a sixth sense, and ESP.
I also believe our hands can tell a lot about our life, work and hobbies or interests.
My right ring finger is twisted at an unnatural angle as it hammered the ‘add’ button on my calculator. My mother’s right index finger is misshapen from her use of a thimble, and my father’s left pinkie was flat as he hit it with a hammer.
But Palm Reading is an art.
And whilst I cannot begin to understand, there may be something in it.
I didn’t actually cross anyone’s palm, neither were my readings in some tacky gypsy tent with dicky lighting at a fair, but …………..well, see what you think.
My first reading was done by a lady with ‘a gift’ who was a friend of my (ex) husband’s friend.
Apart from the general every day things, I was told I would have one child, one happy union, but would die young.
When asked if my husband was the father of my baby, she wouldn’t say, and I couldn’t draw her on my age when I ‘died’. I was told later that the ‘readee’ should never be told bad news, especially if it relates to their own health.
About five years later and after my divorce, I had my palm read by a man in a pub where I played darts, who again was a friend of a friend.
He told me that I would have three children but would not necessarily be married to the father (nice), I would have a serious illness in my thirties but would make a full recovery, and I was yet to find my soul mate.
Well, relationships definitely didn’t seem to be my forte as like my marriage, the one I was in failed, but that was after I suffered from depression, a very dark time for me, but one I turned around and believe became a better person for it. I was 32, so perhaps the Old Me ‘died’ and I am now the New All Improved version of someone I didn’t actually like all those years ago.
The children thing is a toughie. Three ‘pregnancies’ , only one of which was definite, so that’s a mixture of the two readings. However, there are all the foster kids I cared for and they all count in my book, so that definitely wasn’t foreseen.