The main characters of my books are psychics. One character, Lizzie Chandler, is a psychic matchmaker. The other, Mikala Davenport, sees dead people.
While psychics make for great entertainment in books, movies and TV, I’m not sure if there is any more to them than that.
I grew up in the South. I won’t say where, but it’s one of those states that people are a little embarrassed to claim. A few years ago, I moved to another state, but I’m still a Southerner.
We’re known to have some odd ideas down here. All my life, I’ve been around people who firmly believe in psychics. I’ve always wavered on that subject. I’ve had psychic readings at fairs and flea markets (or swap meets as some people call them). The psychics at those places were pretty bad.
There was one older Native American gentleman doing psychic readings at a flea market. I immediately thought of those wise old Indians in the movies. Not being racist there, but we all know Hollywood plays up that stereotype.
I’m guessing the guy at the flea market was counting on poor suckers believing that Hollywood nonsense. I’m embarrassed to admit that I was one of those suckers and forked over twenty of my hard-earned bucks to the guy.
He started the reading by telling me I’d live to be 40 or 45 years old. As you can probably imagine, things went downhill from there! That was a number of years ago, and I still can’t shake that stupid prediction. I’m not going to admit my age, but let’s just say that if the guy was right, the Grim Reaper might be knocking on my door any day now.
Once, I went to a house that had one of those “psychic adviser” signs in the yard. The sign should have had the “for entertainment purposes only” disclaimer on it, because it was the most laughable psychic readings a person could ever have.
The woman would say something, and then ask if she was right. When I said she wasn’t, she’d say, “Yes, it is.” It was quite entertaining, but probably not in the way that woman meant for it to be.
Before I go on, I’m going to take a moment to offer words of wisdom: Never, ever go into a total stranger’s home for a psychic reading (or any other reason if you can avoid it). There are a lot of crazy people out there! I had my coworker with me, but still, it was beyond stupid for two young females to willingly go into a stranger’s home.
I saw a sign in one yard for “physic readings.” I was smart enough not to stop there. If the person couldn’t see that the sign was spelled wrong, then she certainly couldn’t see into my future.
I did go to one psychic who seemed to REALLY know his stuff. I’m not going to say more about that person, because I’m paranoid that he’ll know I’ve been talking about him online. I’m thinking it might be a bad thing to get on the wrong side of a true psychic.
But then again, maybe that guy snowed me, and true psychics don’t even exist. I’m not sure what to believe.
What do you think? Are there people who really have the gift?