Reflections on the Psychic Fair
Never in my life had I envisioned undertaking such a unique spiritual experience. The psychic fair was a promise made to my best friend, I gave her my word that I would attend. It was an event that a sceptic such as myself would find difficult to enjoy, or so I thought…
Once I got there I discovered a magical place - a space filled with stall and clairvoyants, mediums and palm readers. Books were neatly lined up for sale, which reassured my presence, as I can’t resist a book sale (especially not one peddling self development solutions!).
The psychic fair isn’t all about what one would assume, there’s more to it than crazy philosophy and individualised belief systems - it’s about self development. This sense of self generated by the surroundings dissolved my scepticism, mainly because it was aligned to my current interest of improving myself which is where I place my faith in, rather than to a particular religion.
My friend had her reading done, and while I waited I realised that I had always searched for clarity and direction in my life, clear goals and a sole purpose. Now I had opened my arguably cynical mind, a bitter love affair between pessimism and realism.
It’s truly amazing how simply one can change by drawing an ironic tarot card from the mysterious deck of life, a literal metaphor (or so I felt). According to this card, I inspire trust and confidence. I really hope I do. Such a result has given me something refreshingly new to believe in.
