Future's So Bright...
Last night I was called analytical and skeptical. While I agree, I think I just tend to doubt everything until I see it proven. I basically just like to know the answer to -- WHY
I just finished telling a story that emphasized this when it popped into my head just how far I'll go sometimes to find out this answer.
Years ago when I lived in Houston we would on occasion drive to New Orleans for the Jazz
festival or to visit a friend that lived there. On my first visit I was taken to Madame Laveau's Voodoo shop to have my tarot cards read. It all seemed in good fun and I was enjoying all the little dolls with pins in them, the smell of all the herbs and the little cat that was slinking around the store. I was brought back to the little room in back and my fortune was told. My friends and I all had a good giggle about the path that lay before me and we ventured off to get drunk on Hurricanes on Bourbon Street.
Right before our next visit I was walking around a book store in Houston and stumbled into a section of How to Read Tarot Cards along with your very own Tarot Cards to buy! Immediatly I started scheming...
If I buy this book and learn how to read tarot cards, I could go back to that voodoo shop and have them read again. But this time I'll be able to tell if they are bullshitting me!
It was just too tempting to be one up on my mystical medium. I paid the $22.95 and I was out the door. I read the book and practiced my future seeing skills on both my roommates until every bit of their future was known to them. I debated opening up my own voodoo shop but my cat was a tubby calico and not a sleek black menace - so I read my cards and it confirmed it wasn't the line of work I should be in.
When the day finally arrived, I was led back to the small room and sat at the small round table. The man drew the curtain closed and sat in front of me. I was confident. I was smug. I was amused that nobody gets the best of me! He took my hand in his and looked me deep in the eyes.
Without saying a word he reached down and grabbed a little leather bag. I kinda wanted it, I could keep my sunglasses in it and it would match the interior of my car. He narrowed his eyes at me and for a second I thought he knew what I had been thinking. Slowly he opened the leather sunglass holder and threw a handful of seashells on the table. I looked down on the table in disbeleif. I looked back up at him and for the first time he had a smile on his face and said "NOW, I will tell you about your future". $22.95 down the drain!
I just finished telling a story that emphasized this when it popped into my head just how far I'll go sometimes to find out this answer.
Years ago when I lived in Houston we would on occasion drive to New Orleans for the Jazz
festival or to visit a friend that lived there. On my first visit I was taken to Madame Laveau's Voodoo shop to have my tarot cards read. It all seemed in good fun and I was enjoying all the little dolls with pins in them, the smell of all the herbs and the little cat that was slinking around the store. I was brought back to the little room in back and my fortune was told. My friends and I all had a good giggle about the path that lay before me and we ventured off to get drunk on Hurricanes on Bourbon Street.Right before our next visit I was walking around a book store in Houston and stumbled into a section of How to Read Tarot Cards along with your very own Tarot Cards to buy! Immediatly I started scheming...
If I buy this book and learn how to read tarot cards, I could go back to that voodoo shop and have them read again. But this time I'll be able to tell if they are bullshitting me!
It was just too tempting to be one up on my mystical medium. I paid the $22.95 and I was out the door. I read the book and practiced my future seeing skills on both my roommates until every bit of their future was known to them. I debated opening up my own voodoo shop but my cat was a tubby calico and not a sleek black menace - so I read my cards and it confirmed it wasn't the line of work I should be in.
When the day finally arrived, I was led back to the small room and sat at the small round table. The man drew the curtain closed and sat in front of me. I was confident. I was smug. I was amused that nobody gets the best of me! He took my hand in his and looked me deep in the eyes.
Without saying a word he reached down and grabbed a little leather bag. I kinda wanted it, I could keep my sunglasses in it and it would match the interior of my car. He narrowed his eyes at me and for a second I thought he knew what I had been thinking. Slowly he opened the leather sunglass holder and threw a handful of seashells on the table. I looked down on the table in disbeleif. I looked back up at him and for the first time he had a smile on his face and said "NOW, I will tell you about your future". $22.95 down the drain!
posted by Nihilistic @11:49 AM
15 Comments:
HA!HA!
Thats whatcha get for being sneaky Pete!
But now you have that nifty Tarot Card reading skill. Feel free to buzz on over and tell me my future. ;-)
hehehe...I've heard of tea leaves and bones, but never shells! I guess he got ya!!
but you learned a skill, right? so all is not lost. ;)
ha ha! Now you have to read my Tarot cards! can you do tea leaves for me too?
I gotta say--seems like he more or less proved his legitimacy.
*ROFLMAO*
Shall I send you a shitload of shells from Florida so you can learn those too? Cheaper than tarot cards...and you can make up your own shit as you go along!
Sweet deal, for only $18.95.
*LOL* Silly man.
CP.
Duh-Oh! He musta been real good? What did he tell you?
It sounds as if he had your number, ol' boy.
I went to the same place when I was in New Orleans. GREAT CITY!! I had read about Marie Laveau, who was a famous voodoo (or vodun) priestess, and was pretty sure I had been her in another life.
I bought a little doll and took it home, stuck pins in it, did the appropriate incantations after attaching a photo of the ex-boyfriend (who totally deserved whatever bad works I could summon) and planted it in my backyard.
As far as I know, it didn't work.
I must have done something wrong.
I've never had my cards read in New Orleans. I have stepped in vomit there (not my own).
ew, Mist1.
LOL, so were his readings accurate? Did his shells have any markings on them? Were your readings of others accurate?
NO one get's the best of you, huh?
22.95 says different. ;)
Steve~
Dogma - I'll never learn!
Just D - I'm a hit at parties!
Claudia - They keep you guessing!
Sizzle - True true...
RG - I don't do tea leaves
Crankster - Or his inablitiy to read Tarot Cards.
CP - ONLY 18.95????? WOWZERS!! I'll take 2!
Lee - Nothing good...told me I'd be getting an important phone call. Still waiting for it.
Heart - Were they the little red and black ones??
Mist - That was my vomit!
Skinny - No markings...nothing came true he said...and mine were more accurate because I knew the people I read so well...Eh
Steven - I've got this really great used book you should read! Its only 42.95!! Shall I send it?
You know what they say about sufficiently advanced technology and shrewd hucksters..
If someone called me analytical and skeptical, I'd be blushingly flattered!
Oh, god. I went to the big easy ten years ago and I can't wait to go back!
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