Psycho Fair
It's been a little while, but I've been busy as hell this week.
Instruments at work don't want to run right, so I've been working on the same two sets of samples for almost two weeks. Thankfully, they're on my bosses desk right now, waiting final review before I enter and report results.
But enough of that.
Last weekend was a good one. The hub and his Dad went on a motorcycle trip to southern Illinois, so I was alone for a couple of days.
Dessa, Tricia and I went to the Kansas City Psychic-Fair on Friday night. I've been looking forward to it for a while, as I'm very much into the metaphysical and paranormal. Let's just say that the folks there weren't normal, but they didn't seem paranormal, either. All in all it was pretty good, but I was a bit disappointed with my reading.
We walked into the convention center and immediately into the vendor area. The area with the psychics and readers was sectioned off, so on Dessa's recommendation, we went ahead into the reading area and got our names on some lists. Each psychic/reader had a waiting list outside of their little table, and after searching around and making eye contact with as many as I could, I put my name on the list of a psychic named Aluuna. She was relatively normal looking, but something about her and her (presumably Wiccan) name struck me. At the fairs, readings are really inexpensive; I paid my $8 and took a seat to wait.
Dessa got in with a woman named Nicki, who was one of the strangest human beings I have ever laid eyes on--more on that later. Des said her reading went really well, and, though short, was seemingly accurate and to-the-point. Tricia waited with me to try to get in to see a man by the name of Don-Don, who was supposedly a Native American "seer." I personally had never heard of a Native American named Don-Don, but Tricia was intent on talking to him.
Hours went by, we all toured the vendor booths, had aura photos taken, and Tricia and I were still waiting to see our respective psychics. We found out that Don-Don wasn't taking any more people, but Tricia wanted to hang out and see if he could fit her in; Aluuna was taking a long time with each person (which is what I wanted, as well), and I was still so far on down her list that it didn't look like I was going to get in with her (it ended at midnight).
Finally, Trish went over to Nicki, who had done Dessa's reading, and got right in. Upon returning to where Des and I were sitting, she seemed really pleased with her reading and happy with how Nicki related to her. So, thinking what-the-hell-I've-already-paid-my-fee, I stood up and went over to Nicki's booth.
Des had warned us both that Nicki was an odd bird--perhaps albino, nearly blind, snow-white hair, and wandering eyes. Yes, eyeS. I sat down across from her and was immediately baffled by what was before me. She seemed nice enough, and we started the reading with some shuffling of tarot cards and my 3 questions. The entire time, her two eyes are twitching and spinning in two different directions--when she had them open. I don't know if it was painful for her to open her eyes, or if she was just trying to be discrete about the fact that they pointed in two different directions, but even under her eyelids you could see them twitching--especially the right one. Like a doll with loose googly-eyes, she was scanning the entire room at once with her white/blue orbs looping and swirling around. Let me state this plainly--her eyes were not crossed together, they were splayed, each one looking at a different wall of the building. The entire thing was utterly amazing.
My reading, however, left something to be desired. My first question was dealing with some health issues I'm having, and her response was, "What kind of health issues?" I was thinking that I shouldn't have to tell that to a psychic, but whatever. The other questions she answered with pretty generic replies, but for some reason, my eyes filled up with tears and I started crying. Nothing she said was earth-shattering or emotional at all; I just felt my face get wet all of a sudden. I think my eyes were having sympathy tears for her, since her eyes were so fucked up.
In any case, it was a great night out. I was tired as hell when I got home, but the time spent with my friends was well worth it.
Instruments at work don't want to run right, so I've been working on the same two sets of samples for almost two weeks. Thankfully, they're on my bosses desk right now, waiting final review before I enter and report results.
But enough of that.
Last weekend was a good one. The hub and his Dad went on a motorcycle trip to southern Illinois, so I was alone for a couple of days.
Dessa, Tricia and I went to the Kansas City Psychic-Fair on Friday night. I've been looking forward to it for a while, as I'm very much into the metaphysical and paranormal. Let's just say that the folks there weren't normal, but they didn't seem paranormal, either. All in all it was pretty good, but I was a bit disappointed with my reading.
We walked into the convention center and immediately into the vendor area. The area with the psychics and readers was sectioned off, so on Dessa's recommendation, we went ahead into the reading area and got our names on some lists. Each psychic/reader had a waiting list outside of their little table, and after searching around and making eye contact with as many as I could, I put my name on the list of a psychic named Aluuna. She was relatively normal looking, but something about her and her (presumably Wiccan) name struck me. At the fairs, readings are really inexpensive; I paid my $8 and took a seat to wait.
Dessa got in with a woman named Nicki, who was one of the strangest human beings I have ever laid eyes on--more on that later. Des said her reading went really well, and, though short, was seemingly accurate and to-the-point. Tricia waited with me to try to get in to see a man by the name of Don-Don, who was supposedly a Native American "seer." I personally had never heard of a Native American named Don-Don, but Tricia was intent on talking to him.
Hours went by, we all toured the vendor booths, had aura photos taken, and Tricia and I were still waiting to see our respective psychics. We found out that Don-Don wasn't taking any more people, but Tricia wanted to hang out and see if he could fit her in; Aluuna was taking a long time with each person (which is what I wanted, as well), and I was still so far on down her list that it didn't look like I was going to get in with her (it ended at midnight).
Finally, Trish went over to Nicki, who had done Dessa's reading, and got right in. Upon returning to where Des and I were sitting, she seemed really pleased with her reading and happy with how Nicki related to her. So, thinking what-the-hell-I've-already-paid-my-fee, I stood up and went over to Nicki's booth.
Des had warned us both that Nicki was an odd bird--perhaps albino, nearly blind, snow-white hair, and wandering eyes. Yes, eyeS. I sat down across from her and was immediately baffled by what was before me. She seemed nice enough, and we started the reading with some shuffling of tarot cards and my 3 questions. The entire time, her two eyes are twitching and spinning in two different directions--when she had them open. I don't know if it was painful for her to open her eyes, or if she was just trying to be discrete about the fact that they pointed in two different directions, but even under her eyelids you could see them twitching--especially the right one. Like a doll with loose googly-eyes, she was scanning the entire room at once with her white/blue orbs looping and swirling around. Let me state this plainly--her eyes were not crossed together, they were splayed, each one looking at a different wall of the building. The entire thing was utterly amazing.
My reading, however, left something to be desired. My first question was dealing with some health issues I'm having, and her response was, "What kind of health issues?" I was thinking that I shouldn't have to tell that to a psychic, but whatever. The other questions she answered with pretty generic replies, but for some reason, my eyes filled up with tears and I started crying. Nothing she said was earth-shattering or emotional at all; I just felt my face get wet all of a sudden. I think my eyes were having sympathy tears for her, since her eyes were so fucked up.
In any case, it was a great night out. I was tired as hell when I got home, but the time spent with my friends was well worth it.
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