I am currently on holiday a few miles from the picturesque Somerset town of Glastonbury. Glastonbury is known for two things; the largest outdoor music festival in Britain and new age hippy nonsense.
The festival was in June.
Glastonbury is a small town but has everything you need if you are of an alternatively spiritual bent. Aura painting, more crystals than Barbie's wedding dress, and a stock pile of incense to rival the Vatican. It appears that you cannot buy an item of clothing that is not hand woven from hemp by fairies - or as they are spelt in this part of the world faeries. Shops are overun with deities, Buddhas are plonked next to representations of Gaia, alien lizards nestle next to carvings of poly-armed eastern mystics. Runes are practically currency in this town.
It was only a matter of time before I decided to test the tarot.
I know, the things I do for blog-fodder.
"I sense a very strong male energy - three generations - your father, your ..." sly glance at the wedding ring, "husband and ... do you have a son?"
"Do you want children?"
"You will be pregnant with a son; I see that very strongly, soon ... um ... maybe in about four months possibly a bit longer."
So, considering that she didn't know I was due to have IVF in about four months that was an encouraging start.
Her subsequent revelations however had me less convinced:
"Your Dad is a typical 'Dad dad'..." Can't argue with that - he's the only dad I've known so I guess that'd make him pretty typical.
"Your Mum is very involved in your life." Er ... my Mum is dead, it'd be difficult to imagine her any less involved.
She countered quickly, "Ah, well, spiritually she is with you. She is very involved at a spirit level."
Nice recovery sweetheart.Other nicely generic statements included. "You will move house at some point, to somewhere with more space." What? And I've just told you I want a family, maybe she is right, maybe now isn't the time to downsize.
She told me my job "wasn't the best job in the world, but neither was it the worst." I don't know what the best and worse jobs in the world are, but it would have been a bit of a conincidence if either holders of the aforementioned jobs came to get their cards read by her.
She was delighted to hear that I had a twin. (I had to tell her, she couldn't quite discern that by herself). She felt very keenly that we had a strong telepathic connection.
My twin sister and I have never had the slightest telepathic twinge. But she's the psychic, she'd know ...
Also, apparently in my future is a little girl. Good so she has covered both bases if I do ever get pregnant.
"There is a presence of an older woman in your life, your Grandmother."
Again, way off target with this one, both have been dead for many years. She said I had some very strong auras around me so it was hard sometimes to distinguish between those who had passed over and those who were still living.
mmm ... 'kay.
I didn't leave a convert to the Tarot. I mean it'd be nice if I got pregnant in four months and had a son. But considering 50% of couples under 35 who try to get pregnant manage it in 3 months, and roughly half of those have boys I'd say with her first prediction she is working the stats.
Let's just say I'm not about to go out, buy a purple crushed velvet cloak and start chanting at the moon.