Palm Reading

I decided before I visited the gypsy, to keep a mental stance separating my body from the predictions that would be made about me by a woman who knows very little about who I am, or where I am going. I felt vulnerable to the fact that what this woman would tell me could effect, and thus create an unwanted future. Over the course of history many seers have been blamed for bringing about tragedy and death, either by suggestion, magical ceremony, or by elaborate plots. In history the only 100% accurate prophet was the oracle at Delphi. Her predictions always came true, even when people went to great lengths to avoid them. Excluding the oracle at Delphi, even masters of divination regard 30% accuracy as great odds. Going into the situation, I was singing in my head, ³..I don¹t practice Santeria, I ain't got no crystal ball..³ I tried to keep such a lightheartedness throughout, but it was not easy. Upon entering her special room, place of divination, some people¹s tomb. The air was heavy and her actions and words were performed in a serious tone. Even still I remembered what a teacher of mine had said, ²Make an effort to have faith in yourself and not be swayed by divination. It is better to change your life with your own potent mind rather than with fortune telling². So with this attitude I approached the foretelling of my future, knowing that I ultimately control it. But, then I realized that there are many things that are out of my control. For instance, There are millions of people all running around this planet, and there are even more that have died all having an impact on the present, and future to come. The Earth and universe, acting together and randomly at the same time in synchronization. All of these people moving about the planet, as it itself turns at approximately 650 miles an hour. So, though such a small part of the whole, I still am able to act in or out of harmony with it. I remember that when I was much younger, I often experienced deja vu, or had visions. In doing some certain act, I would get a flash or instantaneous memory of having done it before. One time the experience lasted almost an entire minute. I knew exactly what was about to happen. What was about to be said. I kept thinking over and over that this moment must, for some reason, be very important. It somehow, must be a key in making the right decision or taking the right path. But it was too overwhelming, and I missed much of what was said and could not understand the visual images in my head. When I was even younger I occasionally had psychic dreams, about insignificant details that would happen the next day. Just small visual clips. I once heard that everyone has these as a young child but, for most, stop before adulthood. Maybe I was living out a life I had already live, maybe repeating it over and over until I got it right. At some point these episodes of déjà vu stopped. It occurred to me today maybe it is because I have effected my future in such a way that I have deviated far away from the path that I was on. Now I am truly living life for the first time, and anything I do will have new and profound effects upon my life and the rest of the world. Though just a little piece, I could still displace the rest of the world, even if only in the smallest way. I, in combination with the six billion other bodies will all slightly alter the inevitable. I think it is important to view the body as being composed of, and shaped by the 5 elements. Everything can be broken down into the following categories: earth, fire, wind or gases, and water. The 5th element that shapes our bodies just like god, or DNA, or geneticists, or nature is the void, that black space, the organ which exists in nothingness, that which is slightly in front of our noses traveling a little faster than 650 miles an hour. Because of my skepticism I decided to record the event. Many practitioners of ancient arts fear the camera and its ability to disturb the spirits and the sacred space, but the consequences were lost on me. I hid a camera inside of my backpack, leaving just enough of an opening for the lense to record the events. It was a damn shame that the gypsy was full of shit. A few days had passed and the deadline was before me, so I forced myself to review the material. I have to make something to turn in and I really don¹t want to write a narrative. I couldn¹t bare to watch her cheesy card reading again, after having my face down for a while I glanced up, and at that second I noticed a flicker in her crystal ball. What was it? I didn¹t see it before. It was literally gone in flash. Was it a reflection? A glitch in the television screen? A glitch in my own eyes? I replayed it again and again, each time listening to her crappy routine. Slowing it down, it looked like the image of a person, but I couldn¹t be sure. I had to edit. I watched it again frame by frame on the computer¹s digital display. It was me. For a little over 65 frames I saw my body in various compromising positions, positions which I had never been in, never seen. But there I was, it was me, as if each frame was a personalized tarot. I now listed to what she said with an open ear, but it did not even come close to what I saw. The story, the truth, was inside her crystal ball, my future was there right in front of me. Busy making up bullshit and taking people¹s money, the gypsy couldn¹t see what was right in front of her. Frame by frame I could see future events in my life. Each inventing the next. Now I can change the future to my advantage, editing the negative parts. But does this really help me? By changing one event I will in effect change everything to follow. I decided that I had to at least try. I must find the Oragion Sphere, and save Altiar 9 from destruction!! The Monkey-men will beat me to the punch if I don¹t make the L train!!