I don’t believe in psychics. Never have. But that’s not to say I don’t find value in their services. Recently, I learned just how important a role they can play in our lives.
A couple of weekends ago, I attended a three-day bachelorette party extravaganza. It was full of laughter, tears, dancing, drinking, karaoke, eating, gossiping, and, of course, theorizing about TomKat’s ill-fated marriage.
Twenty women, ages 34-39, traveled from all over the country to celebrate our friend’s upcoming nuptials. Those in attendance included the bride-to-be’s childhood, college, and post-college friends, as well as family members.
For the most part, we all knew each other — or at least knew of each other. On Saturday, after renting out a local movie theater for private movie screening, we went back to the house where we were all staying for a psychic reading.
I assumed there would be solo readings for whoever wanted one, but it turned out to be a group reading. Any one of us could ask questions of the lady psychic, who, with her boho clothing and mystical-looking jewelry, was ever the part.
I don’t have anything against psychics, but I guess I’ve always been too cynical a person to believe in their supposed special powers. Con-artists like Miss Cleo and other money-scamming frauds have only served to fuel my distrust over the years.
This weekend, though, I learned that whether a psychic has an authentic ability to read auras or make contact with spirits or see the future — or whether they are just really proficient at playing a part — is, ultimately, beside the point.
Like the one we had that Saturday afternoon, a good group psychic has a much more salient power. They bring people together by encouraging them to expose their vulnerabilities and fears.
Speaking To A Room Full Of Women In Their Thirties Can Be Intimidating
Our thirties are stabilizing, tumultuous, empowering, and deflating all at the same time. People this age are usually looking for answers to some of life’s more provocative questions.
Questions like, “Will I be alone forever?” “Am I where I’m supposed to be career-wise?” “Will I have children?” “Am I making the right decisions for my children?” “Is being just a mom good enough?” However, clutching a crystal in her left hand, our psychic appeared relaxed and ready for the onslaught.
Held back by my skepticism, I kept silent for much of the two-hour reading. I sat back, allowing the other women in the room to purge. By the end, though, my skepticism gave way to appreciation, as I witnessed a powerful form of bonding by group catharsis.
One by one, the ladies asked questions about their and their loved ones’ lives. These questions had many of them either in tears or close to it. There was barely a dry eye in the room as we listened to each other’s stories. These stories illuminated our shared guilt, loneliness, and struggles as mothers, lovers, spouses, singles, and careerists.
Women often put walls up to keep others away. We’re unwilling to expose the imperfections and doubts we encounter in our relationships, careers, and family dynamics. We do this because we’re afraid of appearing deficient, or as though, God forbid, we’ve compromised our lives in some way.
The group reading truly unified us as imperfect, vulnerable women. It allowed us to feel safe with one another while sharing the frustrations, realities, and challenges we face as women and human beings struggling to make our mark on the world.
It Helped Us Feel Relevant, Validated, Appreciated, And Heard
Moreover, it allowed us to reject this ridiculous notion of “having it all.” Everyone present had exposed a little bit of their true selves, doubts and all. It was a refreshing and important moment for us to experience, especially in a world where technology has helped sever us from genuine connection.
Indeed, technology is partly to blame for this disconnection. As gadgets and gizmos and the Internet have taken over our lives, we learn of each other’s adventures electronically more than ever before. It’s how we bond in the twenty-first century.
Through these electronic channels, we create for others the lives we want them to see. Our Facebook profiles, for example, are veritable avatars for projecting perfect lives and perfect homes and perfect children who never cry and always act like little darlings.
As texting, emailing, and IMing become the modus operandi for communication and unification, we are resigned to using quick bits of data to relate to one another. We’re having less real conversations, less meaningful, face-to-face heart-to-hearts, less sharing of the important stuff.
What we see on Facebook rarely shines a light on the real demons and insecurities with which we all struggle. We can’t see the tears in each other’s eyes, the reddening of our faces, or hear the tremors in our voices through written words. Email, Facebook, texts, and even phones have their limitations.
Suffice It To Say, I Found The Psychic Reading Incredibly Powerful
Whatever her prophecies were, the real power of the psychic was to help the 20 of us bond. She helped us have the types of intimate, collaborative conversations we may never have broached had she not come to the house that day.
This reading reminded us that we are not alone in our struggles and that it’s okay if life isn’t perfect. I finally spoke up toward the very end of the reading. I was particularly interested in who I was in a past life since the psychic had already told a couple of other women what they were.
One attendee was a French peasant and farm woman, and another was a Celtic witch. I just had to know who I was. “A sword-wielding warrior,” she responded. Hmmm, a warrior. I suppose I can see it. I’ve always been a pretty strong-willed, resilient person.
The truth is, I saw a bit of warrior in all of the women at the reading that day. They are women who battle daily as they navigate the complexities and uncertainties of female existence.
Article Courtesy Of Huffington Post
This just proves that psychics still have a place in our world even if you don’t believe in their gifts.