I went for a tarot reading. The person also does personal development and is a magnetiseur, sort of healing.
Anyway, at the end of the reading I asked flippantly if I was going to lose weight. She looked a bit puzzled, and then told me, saying she didn't know why, that I should try not to put on too much.
Less than 2 weeks later, the medication I take for an underactive thyroid was recalled due to a contamination problem on the production line. I was without treatment for 5 weeks and developed hypothermia and put on 12kg.
There's no way she could have known that.
Also, about 5 or 6 years ago, she'd told me that I would end up being divorced. I'd considered divorce, we'd spoken about it, and things had seemed to imorove, talking about renewing our vows, moving house etc etc.
Was a load of crap, xh on a manipulative charm offensive seemingly becoming the person I'd fallen in love with, and in the meantime blowing through money he'd said would be mine. We separated and dh launched a really nasty action for divorce.
I also had been approached by someone with dubious motives on old. Had his motives been genuine there was a real connection between us. He'd had a heart problem at the beginning of the year. Anyway, one night I woke with awful crushing chest pains, couldn't breathe etc at 3am. Got up once they'd gone, had a small medecinal brandy and went back to sleep, thinking I couldn't ring him at 3am. The next day, about 10am, decided to ring him to check he was ok after all. Just in case, common human decency etc.
At 3am he'd been in a helicopter after a massive heart attack, on his way to a regional University hospital. At 10am, he'd just returned home in an ambulance with paramedics. I'd not long had a near death experience. He dropped the phone and ran off almost screaming.
Well over 40 years ago both dm and I used to have the feeling that something 'nice' was about to happen or something 'bad' later overshadowed by xh's voyant dm. She'd dreamt a 1930s grand national in colour and full detail several weeks before the race, and everyone said she was stupid as no horse had ever won twice. She was also credited with having killed a landlord by 'pointing the bones' at him after he put up the rent. He died a month later.
She also told dh several years before dd was born that it was good we weren't having children as he was too mentally unstable. She was right, there.
Who knows?
Interesting though.