“Right person, wrong timing doesn’t mean God was wrong. It means you were there at the right time to fulfill something else. Look for it.”
― Shannon L. Alder
Many years ago, my then-boyfriend, now-husband, and I were walking through the streets of Sydney. We were in the region called The Rocks. For those who haven't been there, it is a part of Sydney town that holds to the old heritage designs of the Sydney of old.
There are some shops, pubs and market stalls held there. Some places there are also haunted, giving character to the region. Lots of the spirits I could pick up on are nice ones, and lots aren’t so nice.
On this particular day during our outing, we came across a new-age shop. As an astrologer, I love visiting these shops. They are my happy places as are stationery and books shops. I better get on with the story or we’d be here for pages on why I love all of them.
Anyhoo, there were readers available that day and we both decided to get a reading done. For the first time, I didn’t get to choose who read tarot cards for me. As I forked over my hard-earned money I thought, 'OK the Universe will choose the right one for me.' It was exciting!
We went upstairs to the reading rooms. My husband went one way and I the other. The door was open and I looked into the charming Victorian-era room. “Hello?” I declared and took one step in.
“Don’t you know that you’re supposed to knock before entering?!” I hear an older lady’s voice berate me from behind.
I turned to see a short, older lady with wiry, blonde-dyed hair. Her energy was that of a woman who hasn’t had a good day. I’m not judging. I’ve been there.
“I’m sorry I took a step in. The door was open.” I replied like a stunned mullet.
And she proceeded to tell me what my etiquette should have been. My gut turned. This is wrong. I was getting angry. I should have walked out and asked for my money back. Instead, Libran me didn’t want to cause trouble or upset anyone (ironic right?), so I stayed.
The tarot reading began. I was going through a tough time when I had this reading. I was looking for the positives in life, and instead, she gave me the negative of everything. She was reinforcing the bad I was experiencing in life with no hope in sight. She even had the gall to say, “I don’t sugarcoat anything. If you don’t like it? Tough. I say it as it is.”
When I get a reading done, a reader always picks up that I’m a colleague. They pick up on my intuition firsthand. She didn’t. I also get messages from my late father and other relatives and friends that have passed (I know many) and during that reading, none came through. She scared my loved ones across two dimensions at least!
Instead of being filled with hope, I came out of that reading angry and ready to slap that woman silly. Was I not ready for the reading? We definitely were not a good reader-client fit!
“How was your reading?” my hubby asked when our sessions were over and we met back downstairs in the shop.
“The worst ever. Yours?”
“Why?” he was very concerned. I never come out of a reading angry. I always come out with a bounce in my step. He knew that even if he never claims to be or believe in the ‘woo woo'.
After I told him about my experience, he gave me some inspired advice that only an Aquarian can come up with.
"Meh...she was having a shit day and saw you had lovely energy and wanted to take you down so she could feel better."
Nawww…yep he was a good one I thought. This could work out. At least his reading was great by the way.
So what is the point of my story/blog post? To say that, I may put posts out there saying I offer this and that. I may offer readings at discounted rates. But if you get the wrong feeling about me? Don’t book me. If you get the wrong feeling about any astrologer or reader? Don’t book them. We, or you and the other readers, may not be the right fit for each other. If we are, it’s not the right time. Book me when you feel ready and if it feels right!
When someone goes to see a psychic, medium, tarot reader, or astrologer, they are usually going through a really bad time in their life. They have seen medical professionals, and psychologists and still nothing feels right. When someone comes to me for a reading, I know this. It is my ethical duty, to make you feel 1000 times better than you were before you came to me for a reading. I don't sugarcoat things either, I say them as they are. Yet I always, offer hope and light at the end of the tunnel.
After the reading that day, I swore that I would never give a bad reading. Looking back, I was meant to have that reading so I know what to never do to someone else. From then on I swore that whoever I read for, I would make them feel better. I would give some guidance from the divine, so they can leave me with ecstatic hope and positivity.
And it is my absolute pleasure to do so…