I wrote about seeing a Filipina psychic in this post, but I am going to include it on this page as well...
My hosts took me to see their favorite psychic in the province of Lagunas, Philippines. She was an older woman, probably in her mid-sixties. She had lived in China and studied the art of numerology. She gave me a scrap of paper and had me write my name and birthdate. I scrawled,
Maggie Marie Dickmann
May 7, 1988
She scribbled some on the page, murmuring to herself. She wrote "10" in a couple places on the page. After a few moments she looked up and said in a raspy voice,
"You're a traveler."
I looked at my host seated next to me and tried to repress an incredulous smile. I thought to myself, Well, duh. I'm an American in the Philippines. Not to mention I've got a clearly visible tattoo of a suitcase. But aloud I just nodded and said "Uh-huh."
The woman went on to tell me that ten was my lucky number and I tried to recall anything associated with 10 in my life. The only thing that came to mind was my mom's birthday in October. I let the woman continue. She asked me if sometimes my legs lose feeling and go no numb.
The only thing that came to mind was when I sit awkwardly and my legs fall asleep. I told her, "No. No more than anyone else."
She looked surprised. "Really?"
"Really."
She went on. "Be careful with your bones... your knees. And your head. You must always protect your head."
Where was this woman getting this stuff? She barely looked up from the paper. How did she know I even wrote my real name and birthdate?
"You will get pregnant in... the next year."
My eyes narrowed. "Oh?"
"Yes."
Here my host piped in, "Maggie! That's great," he chuckled. Then turning to the psychic, "She will meet her husband and get married this year?"
I could sense the answer that was coming. "No," the psychic said, "It willbe an accident."
After a pregnant pause (please excuse the pun) I said, "Wow. OK."
Alright, I will be the first to admit that I am not the perfect Catholic girl and yeah, I've had sex. But I'll be damned if I get pregnant in the next year. The year of my life I have devoted to travel. A baby, blessed as it is, would really throw a wrench in that plan. I have taken precautions against pregnancy, which include an IUD (the most effective form of birth control aside from complete abstinence) and other safety measures on top of this. My faith in the psychic was waning, but I let her continue.
"You are more attractable to women than to men."
Unsure if she was calling me a lesbian or claiming that lesbians find me attractive I just challenged her previous prediction, "Then how am I gonna get pregnant?"
Now it was time for her eyes to narrow, "I said it was an accident." Then, latching on to the moment at hand, "Your mind... you are critical of others... And yourself." When I didn't respond she continued, "You have a good heart. You are generous. You want to help people. But sometimes you are too hard on them."
She hit the nail on the head with that one. I wondered if she was correct in this prediction, what about the others?
She summed up her findings, "Protect your head and your bones. Wear a helmet and knee...covers. Be careful. Try to relax. Do you want to ask me anything?"
The woman just told me I was going to get knocked up within the next year. Of course I had questions! But none that I wanted to ask in front of my hosts. So I just shook my head, "No."
She didn't believe me. "Really? No questions?"
"Nope. Thank you."
I offered to pay for her services, but my host insisted on footing the bill and I didn't argue.
My first experience with a psychic was interesting to say the least.
My hosts took me to see their favorite psychic in the province of Lagunas, Philippines. She was an older woman, probably in her mid-sixties. She had lived in China and studied the art of numerology. She gave me a scrap of paper and had me write my name and birthdate. I scrawled,
Maggie Marie Dickmann
May 7, 1988
She scribbled some on the page, murmuring to herself. She wrote "10" in a couple places on the page. After a few moments she looked up and said in a raspy voice,
"You're a traveler."
I looked at my host seated next to me and tried to repress an incredulous smile. I thought to myself, Well, duh. I'm an American in the Philippines. Not to mention I've got a clearly visible tattoo of a suitcase. But aloud I just nodded and said "Uh-huh."
The woman went on to tell me that ten was my lucky number and I tried to recall anything associated with 10 in my life. The only thing that came to mind was my mom's birthday in October. I let the woman continue. She asked me if sometimes my legs lose feeling and go no numb.
The only thing that came to mind was when I sit awkwardly and my legs fall asleep. I told her, "No. No more than anyone else."
She looked surprised. "Really?"
"Really."
She went on. "Be careful with your bones... your knees. And your head. You must always protect your head."
Where was this woman getting this stuff? She barely looked up from the paper. How did she know I even wrote my real name and birthdate?
"You will get pregnant in... the next year."
My eyes narrowed. "Oh?"
"Yes."
Here my host piped in, "Maggie! That's great," he chuckled. Then turning to the psychic, "She will meet her husband and get married this year?"
I could sense the answer that was coming. "No," the psychic said, "It willbe an accident."
After a pregnant pause (please excuse the pun) I said, "Wow. OK."
Alright, I will be the first to admit that I am not the perfect Catholic girl and yeah, I've had sex. But I'll be damned if I get pregnant in the next year. The year of my life I have devoted to travel. A baby, blessed as it is, would really throw a wrench in that plan. I have taken precautions against pregnancy, which include an IUD (the most effective form of birth control aside from complete abstinence) and other safety measures on top of this. My faith in the psychic was waning, but I let her continue.
"You are more attractable to women than to men."
Unsure if she was calling me a lesbian or claiming that lesbians find me attractive I just challenged her previous prediction, "Then how am I gonna get pregnant?"
Now it was time for her eyes to narrow, "I said it was an accident." Then, latching on to the moment at hand, "Your mind... you are critical of others... And yourself." When I didn't respond she continued, "You have a good heart. You are generous. You want to help people. But sometimes you are too hard on them."
She hit the nail on the head with that one. I wondered if she was correct in this prediction, what about the others?
She summed up her findings, "Protect your head and your bones. Wear a helmet and knee...covers. Be careful. Try to relax. Do you want to ask me anything?"
The woman just told me I was going to get knocked up within the next year. Of course I had questions! But none that I wanted to ask in front of my hosts. So I just shook my head, "No."
She didn't believe me. "Really? No questions?"
"Nope. Thank you."
I offered to pay for her services, but my host insisted on footing the bill and I didn't argue.
My first experience with a psychic was interesting to say the least.
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