a baby psychic in training
walking the yoga red carpet cause It’s LA, 2019
June - August 2019
Los Angeles, California
I became a certified Hatha Yoga teacher during my extended stay in Los Angeles. Every weekend, I drove from Santa Monica to The Valley for training. This wasn’t a problem for me because I love driving on the 405 (said no one ever).
Yoga is great, and I am genuinely fascinated with it. But what caught my attention was the exotic world surrounding it. This period was my first exposure to mysticism, alt spirituality, and various esoteric teachings that would later consume an unreasonable amount of my life.
One training session, my teacher’s former partner came to visit. She was a psychic medium, and had been instructed to read the room. Literally.
I don’t know who the hell this woman is, but she somehow knew details about an ex-lover I was seeing at the time. Either I’m remarkably predictable, or she was peering directly into my tortured soul.
Out of intrigue, I paid a hundred dollars to attend her Psychic 101 workshop. We practiced developing our intuition and using oracle cards.
During one exercise, I partnered with a woman who happened to have the same tattoo behind her ear as me (so not weird at all). In my attempt to read this woman’s energy, I told her that her life was chaotic. She started to cry; I started to panic. Was I a terrible psychic, or did I hit something too close to home?
Either way, this was the beginning of my apprenticeship in this strange world.
