About 18 months ago a few friends and I went to see a renowned psychic. The appointments were made about 2.5 years in advance, and interestingly enough, it was a ‘double-blind study‘. Though the appointments were made two years previously, not only were names never used to make the appointments, but also *I* wasn’t an original intended ‘case’. Someone backed out at the last-minute and I gladly took their space. So, the renowned soothe-sayer couldn’t have anticipated my appearance whatsoever!
We made the 45 minute drive and arrived at his home for our back-to-back appointments. We were careful not to speak in the ‘waiting room’, which was actually a sun-room. I was fairly nervous at the prospect of sitting in the room with him alone.
Now, this was not the first psychic I had visited, so I definitely was skeptical. But from the moment I sat down with the famed Bobby Drinnon I felt different. Most of his time with me was spent discussing who I am as a person. He sat down with pen, paper, and began recording our conversation for me. In the beginning he drew out my ‘aura’ and spent time describing my personality. Interestingly enoughh, my aura is cream and orange (isn’t that convenient for the little Vol fan?!). Cream and orange is one of the most rare aura types and shows that I am a walking contradiction. I am the ‘reluctant’ center of attention. In other words, in a room of 100 people plus myself, where 50 would feel comfortable speaking to the group, and 50 would feel more comfortable being an audience member, I would easily mingle between the group. He described me further as a cautious daredevil who listened to her head much more than her hearts. And finally he spoke to me about the fact that I am at heart a loner who loves and craves people. I think what he was getting at, and what is so true about me, is that I am in constantly in flux between what I think I want and what I really want.
But of course our hour wasn’t just spent discussing my personality. Suddenly, after he described my ‘split spirit’, he turned his head looked at me funny and said “last night you asked me if there really are soul mates in this world’. I looked at him like he had bugs crawling out of his eyeballs. “I often meet on the dream plane”, he explained.
But it wasn’t the fact that he was insinuating that we met that caused me to give him the “what the EFF?” look. I looked at him like that because that is a question I constantly ponder, aloud and in silence. But he assured me that yes, there are soul mates, and no, I hadn’t met mine yet. He then went on to write two specific names on a piece of paper of The Boyfriend and the Friend and he detailed for me reasons that they couldn’t have possibly been my soul mate. He laughed heartily when I asked if he was sure. He was, he said, very sure.
But fear not, he told me, for I would find someone, with a “ke” somewhere in his name. And that we would, indeed, be ‘soul mates’. And that we may not have children together, but we would be parents. He wasn’t sure if they would be adopted or the man’s own children. He said that I would be content, and happy, and full of life. But it might not be any time soon.
He wished me well, gave me my tape and papers, and sent me on my way. As I left the office we met in, he encouraged me to drive home slower. “You’re going to get a ticket”, he warned.
I believe what he said, about my personality, about me questioning soul mates. I was floored when he wrote down The Boyfriend and The Friend (and even more floored when a third name came up in conversation!). But I don’t think that what he said can’t be changed. I don’t believe in predestination. So I totally think that if I want to meet someone without a ke and get married young and have my own children, it can happen. I am flexible, right? I can be the loner or the people lover. The reluctant center of attention. Cautious and a daredevil. I’m not exactly roaming around asking for names, seeing out Kevin or Kendal.
But I won’t lie to you and say I don’t think about it sometimes, wonder if it’s true. I want there to be some cute story that I come back and post on where I meet the “ke” of my dreams, this entire thing was true, and I live happily ever after. Wouldn’t that be a nice story? I will admit that about six months ago on Facebook a local bakery that I *love* posted a sad story. “There is a birthday cake today, red velvet, that says “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KEVYN!” which, sadly, won’t be going to a Kevyn. If you can prove your name is Kevyn, it’s yours free. Otherwise, $15 to the first people who wants it!” I emailed the bakery, not to buy the cake, but to tell them “If a Kevyn comes in for a free cake, please give him my number. It’s destiny.” “Will do” said the baker, but sadly, no Kevyn has called me.
It’s nice to think about. I’m a sucker for a great story and I always have imagined whoever I met, it’ll be a nice story that is ‘just meant to be’.
Because I got the speeding ticket. One year to the date.