When my friend said she was going to see a psychic, I’m not gonna lie, I was low-key excited and I asked if I could join. We are both really into esoterism, so this made sense, we had to do it and find out what the future holds for us both. She found a guy online, well-reviewed, famous-ish for what he’s doing and we were ready to go, he was an advertiser as a psychic, palm reader and astrologer, which is basically everything I’m into. Lucky (or not), she managed to get us booked for the same, early afternoon.
For some reason (you will understand later), I won’t name or give any information about him nor where he works.
I remember thinking, when I walked into the shop, that this will probably be the weirdest experience of my life. He operates at the back of a shop, on a high street and honestly, when I got him over the phone, he didn’t really seem genuine nor he was nice. Fishy, you’re probably thinking and you are right. I went to the back boutique and I sat in front of him, in this very tiny and almost suffocating den. No window, just lots of posters on the walls and lights, some decoration, you could almost feel the carnival vibes when you’re about to get a psychic reading for a few quids in a tent (probably not the appropriate terms).
He’s asking for my full name, date and also my time of birth. Advertised mainly as a psychic, I wasn’t expecting to be talking with an astrologer cause, let’s be real, that’s my thing, I know my birth chart by heart and I even have it saved on my phone. Not comfortable, I start laughing and talking about every placement in my chart and he grabs my hand to start checking the lines. He doesn’t say a word, besides ‘I see, my sister’, but this clearly lacks explanations. He ends up asking me to hold some shells that I have to shake before dropping them on the table.
One time. He writes a 6 after humming.
‘Do it again’.
Two times. He writes a second 6 after nodding.
‘Once again, please’.
Three times. He writes another 6 and grabs the shells on the table.
He shakes the shells and drops them on the table. Another 6.
He still hasn’t said anything. I’ve been there for five or maybe ten minutes that seems to be hours and I’m really concerned. Also by all the 6 he wrote on paper, we all know what Christianity has to say about it. Not that I want to spoil it for you but even Iron Maiden wrote a song about it.
He looks at me and says: ‘I see you have a beautiful life, everything is meant to go well’. He nods but looks concerned. ‘But everything isn’t right in your life’, and internally I don’t know if I’m surprised or not. I won’t complain about anything but life’s been tough recently and I’m feeling on edge, quite a lot. And that’s when he decided to drop the bomb: ‘someone did black magic on you my sister’ and that’s when I saw the scam coming. He could have said that I have the evil eye or even a curse but he chose the darkest form of magic to scare me I guess. I start crying, uncontrollably, as if I wasn’t really in control of my feelings. I’m right there, sobbing. ‘Someone stole some of your hair and did black magic on you’ and at this time, I’m literally freaking out.
Probably because I believe in that.
I ask if he can provide more information because I’m not usually gullible, I don’t really believe what strangers are saying when it comes to curses. ‘It was a year and a half ago’ and I’m not gonna lie, at this exact time, I start thinking that he could potentially be right because of some situations I’ve experienced beginning 2021 and some people I crossed paths with. And that’s when he pulls off the biggest rip-off ever seen: ‘I can get rid of it for you and it’s gonna cost you £380’ and I’m just speechless. First, I don’t have that money. Second, I won’t give you that money even if I had it because it may backfire and do worst than good especially if I haven’t been cursed. Few minutes of debating, he’s telling me ‘for you my sister, it will only be £300 and you can pay in instalments’ and inside I’m just laughing because this reminds me of the kind of scams you see in shopping centres when people are randomly approaching you to sell their products. I’m just there, sitting on the chair, still and wondering how I ended up in that situation in the first place cause boy, that’s a hell of an experiment.
Not really naive, I’m asking him to provide more information, what he sees about my future and he’s doodling a road with rods, expressing himself from time to time to say that I have a brilliant future, I have a dream life but there are blockages I have to get rid off and this couldn’t be more generic. I was just speechless and I end up paying for the consultation which was only £20. I left the building to call my friends who were supposed to go right after me and I just sat on a bench while waiting for her to finish her seance. And that’s where I decided to check the reviews online, believe me when I say he pulls that off on lots of people before me, way more gullible than I am and I can see through his bullshit miles away. Later that day, we decided to grab some food and discuss it. Her experience is like mine, apparently, she is cursed and he has asked for hundreds of pounds as well. If there’s a conclusion to this story, it would probably be: do not believe everyone who’s advertised as a professional psychic, trust your guts and vibes. If from the start it seems sketchy, there’s a high chance it is sketchy.
Your bestie,
Lou ♡
