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So where was I.....
Let's try and wrap this up.

The "natural" medium asked me to deal some Mah Jong cards, extremely
well thumbed.
I dealt them four times over the next 20 minutes, and she told me 75
random things.
She insisted that I write down everything that she said... so I'd
realise! In time.

I was forced to write down about 75 prompts which included 6
specifically nominated days of the year, someone called Keith or Anne
or Pamela or Richard or John. (I think she needs to update her name
references a little bit - Pams are nowhere near as common as they used
to be. I can go for years without bumping into one), a health shake of
cancer and suicide.

One of the cars was blank.... what does that mean I asked?
My fate was sealed. I'd interrupted (just as I had another palm
reading 20 years previously). She didn't take it well. I suspected she
might be the same person who gave me the palm reading 20 years
previously.

I'm sorry I didn't know the rules.
There are no rules, she was keen to state, multiple times
Well... there are, I said. I'm not supposed to interrupt. I don't
mind, I just haven't done this before.

My contract had explained that I had two questions at the end. The
only questions I could come up with the best avoided. Why are you so
mean? Why do you suggest on your wall that people should live laugh
and love and yet if I smile personably (in what I would usually
consider a normal human dynamic), you accuse me of taking the Mickey.

She explained how a lot of people came in very serious.
But for me I was very serious.

She was a bully.
We don't get many of your type around here, was effectively what she said.

But I had dressed down. I'd worn scruffy clothes. Admittedly I was
male but could do much about that. I guess most of her clients were a
bit greedy with the X chromosomes, a bit terrified, anxious, dare I
say gullible.

She was supercilious. Even when I gently spoke she would talk over me,
even when it was my few questions.

It stank.
She wasn't skilled.
She wasn't presenting herself in a nice human gentle angelic way.
You have to subscribe to her beliefs but she had no pastoral qualities.
Even a good vicar might have those, although we know now of course
that may be to curry favour with your children.
A decent schoolteacher would have those qualities in the vast majority
of them do not abduct your 14-year-old daughter and take them to
France.


She reminded me of the door-to-door gypsies. I remember being slightly
scared of gypsies who offered lucky heather and got caught up in those
Cash for Curses rows.

She didn't curse me. Her main crime was against entertainment. She
made me sign a disclaimer that said it was for entertainment purposes.
I had told her when she chastised me the first time for querying the
blank card, that she made me feel uncomfortable. DId she seem to flush
slightly and maybe there was a little humanity trying to creep
through? (I barely had time to look up as I was directed to write the
whole time).

I can only assume she faced a lot of open cynicism, accusations, and
knowing that she was being fraudulent.
But I wasn't bringing that today. I don't hunt easy targets.

I know psychic powers don't exist.
But she was a bad entertainer.

I can her forgive the first, but I don't think I can forgive the second.