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So, I decided to spend all of my free time, which was not substantial, looking for the most talented psychic in the sprawl of sunny Los Angeles.
I have been interested in psychic phenomenon since I was five years old. Perhaps my visit to a psychic could kill two birds with one stone:
1. I would find the best psychic in Los Angeles.
2. That person, because of their level of psychic ability, would be able to tell me how to extricate myself from a job that was draining my life force like Luke Skywalker in a battle with Darth Vader.
This sounds overly dramatic, but it wasn’t to me.
Every day I would walk to my car with my shoulders so slouched that it looked like I had the weight of the world on my shoulders. I told myself things like: “It will get better, man! Don’t give up! You will find a solution,” all the way to the office each day.
If a mere $20,000 US dollars had magically appeared in my checking account (which is not a lot of money in Los Angeles) I would have quit my job that very day and never worked in a Hollywood Post Production office again in my life -- unless it was my own show that I created.
So, I started focusing on the positive: my new goal.
One fine Saturday afternoon, I sat at my desk and googled, “best psychic in Beverly Hills,” and this person came up. I booked my appointment immediately at $150 for 45 minutes. Luckily for me, money was not my biggest problem. Passion was my biggest problem.
I had a session with her that was half Reiki and half psychic reading. I could feel my body warm considerably near my lungs and stomach where her hands hovered. Something was happening but I wasn’t sure what. She went to open all the windows and the sliding doors to let all the negative energy from my body leave the house.
She sprayed the entire large room with a solution that dissolved negative energy expelled from her visitors lying on a kind of massage table.
My overall energy level did feel different afterwards, presumably because she had found particular areas where blockages had occurred. I gathered from her explanation that my life force was stuck and therefore my mind was stuck, preventing me from making healthier life choices.
Next, she did a psychic reading where she closed her eyes most of the time and saw my future or a network of probabilities involving me. I got the distinct feeling at that moment that she really had a gift. I had been to many psychics before and I had never had that feeling.
You know that feeling you get when you look at someone and they just seem to know exactly what they are doing? It’s the same if they’re a mechanic, a businessman, or a psychic. People that are full of shit just seem to give off a certain vibe that creates distrust. Krishanti was not one of those people.
She said, “You’re about to go on a trip. It will not be your usual trip. This one will change the course of your life. I’m seeing Thailand and someplace in South America that you have not been before. It will be one of those.”
“Well, which one is it?” I asked impatiently.
She closed her eyes and thought again.
“I think it will be Peru.”
I thanked her for her time and felt a bit giddy on my way out. I had 15 minutes to get to the office and hit the ground running.
As I entered the cramped yellow elevator -- such a familiar sight I’m surprised it has never entered my dreams -- I thought about what Krishanti had said.
I entered my office, sat down at my oversize desk -- with no framed pictures of any kind on it -- and instead of starting my work right away, I immediately booked a trip to Machu Picchu in Peru. Then, I called my boss and told her I would be gone for the next month.
I got lucky.
I was supposed to be gone for a few weeks coming up soon, anyway.
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