I met with William the Psychic on a Thursday afternoon in the Pearl, just a few blocks away from my house. I had just lived in the US for over a year. I was excited and curious as I took the elevator up to his office, he was already waiting for me at the end of the hallway. We shook hands and I sat down in a comfortable leather chair across from the couch where he sat. He looked really hipster for a psychic, well-groomed beard, designer glasses, Apple watch, shorts, and tattooed arms.
He closed his eyes and started ‘reading’ my energy. The seven layers of my aura as he called it. When he came to the second layer, that was about emotions, feelings, sensuality and sexuality, it was clear that what I wanted was love. But there was an inherent fear of being swallowed up by the other person and that fear was in the way, he said. He told me my next big dream was the relationship. But no one had shown up for me yet. He saw a picture of me in the jungle, dressed like Indiana Jones, ready to hack through the fear, to have what I knew I wanted. But there were not many people like me, who wanted to experience the fullness of life, he read. I had been looking in all the wrong places. I had been looking on the ground, but my people were the monkeys up in the trees, the ones who could have the whole forest, he said metaphorically. I would soon notice a profound shift in that loop. I would find those people, he promised. The monkeys, my people.
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