Throughout Toronto, in the nooks and crannies of every neighbourhood, you can be sure to find many practicing psychic readers.
While some believe that these clairvoyants can truly see what the future holds for them, most people feel the “psychic gift” is nothing more than a hoax passed down through generations of professional scam artists.
However, coping with adversity can be challenging and affect every area of our lives. Being an open minded person, and in a tough situation, I attempted to deal with my problems by consulting psychics. Here’s what happened:
It all started in June of this year. I was beyond miserable with my then-job and I wanted to know when things would look up. I needed some kind of reassurance that the future would be better than the present.
I did a bit of research, and found a psychic just a few blocks East of my area. This being my first ever experience with a psychic, I was nervous and had no idea what to expect.
As I looked up above the Pizza Pizza in front of me, I saw a bold neon sign saying “psychic”. I opened the door and started walking up the steep carpeted stairwell. As I took in my surroundings, I noticed a kitchen table and a living room setup. It became apparent to me that this was not just a psychic studio, but also this woman’s home.
I sat down and she asked me for two wishes. After I told her, she proceeded to put cards down and read me. She told me about myself, and what was to come in the next few months. At the end of my reading I felt like all of the things she said made a decent amount of sense, and I left feeling at ease.
Little by little, her predictions started to come true and things started to look up. I was convinced. “Best $40 I ever spent. How can anyone say this is fake?”
Because my first experience was so amazing, the next time something difficult happened I thought, “Maybe I’ll just go back to the psychic.” My second trip was far less satisfying than the first, but I thought maybe she was just having an off day.
About a month later I wanted to go again, but I was reluctant to go back to the same psychic a third time. Maybe there was someone else out there who could give me a better reading from a fresh perspective.
I found another psychic online.
On the way to my reading, I recited my questions over and over in my head until I reached the strip mall where the studio was nestled amongst several questionable looking health spas and pizza joints.
I walked up the stairs, and at the top I was greeted by a tiny purple room packed to the brim with religious ornaments, statues and crystals. Amidst it all was a very pregnant woman who I assumed must be my psychic.
She proceeded to give me the most vague 5 minute reading I had received yet. By the end of it I had the feeling that none of my questions were actually answered. This time, my only feeling of solace was that the reading was over with and I could leave.
I sprinted down the stairs and out the door with a velocity I generally reserve only for running from my bedroom to the dinner table on lasagna night.
It was clear to me that my day’s escapade had been nothing but a massive waste of time and money. “I think I’m done with this,” I told myself.
A month or so later things started to get difficult for me personally, and I needed more answers. It was late at night and the only psychic services available past regular operating business hours were of the phone or chat variety. Hesitantly, I called in..for $6 a minute.
I was connected with this chipper sounding lady, who didn’t even ask my name before she started spit-firing completely untrue statements about me. I was severely disappointed, and within 4 minutes of this first reading I hung up. I felt so embarrassed and totally wasted $30 on this god awful website.
My hopes were dashed, but I still had 26 paid minutes left so I figured I might as well use them. I called the next “suggested” psychic who popped up after I rated my first call 1 out of 5 stars. The psychic hit the nail on the head with everything she said. I was hooked.
One day, I was strolling home from work, when I came across a psychic that I had never seen or heard of before. Google maps must have skipped over it.
As I walked up the stairs to see a friendly looking old lady at the top, I had an icky sense of deja vu. She took me into her psychic studio, which doubled as her dining room table. I try to block out most of it, but she had one piece of advice that really stood out to me.
“Don’t go for any more readings,” she said. “Just take things one day at a time.”
I haven’t been back.