Zen Bender by Stephanie Krikorian

Author:Stephanie Krikorian [Krikorian, Stephanie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mango Media
Published: 2019-09-08T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Never Judge a Clairvoyant by the Lampshade on Her Head

certainty

One spring in LA, my friend Martha told me about a clairvoyant named Mandy that I must absolutely go and see. Some amazing professional success had emerged after some of Martha’s friends had seen this healer.

With scientific evidence like that, I said: Book it.

While nothing had really materialized from the wisdom of the Dove to date, I still found psychics strangely comforting. And at the very least, real or not, inspiring enough to keep me striving. For what, I truly wasn’t sure.

Feeling somewhat settled in other aspects of my life, I did feel that my career was going okay, but certainly not soaring. On some level, with that need for certainty, fueled by the impatience of wanting to know the end of the story, I wanted this psychic to help me make my career soar by helping me figure out where to focus. My desire to see into the future was not based on having glamorous things. I just wanted to know the ending. I wanted to know where I was going, and that I was going to be more happy than I already was.

And yes, I feel dumb as I write that.

Tribal Headbands Forever

Martha set up two appointments for us, hers at five and mine at six. Sidebar worth mentioning here: While Martha had at one point suggested I was driving the Zen Bender train, costing her a fortune every time I came to town, it was fair to say she was an equally enthusiastic joiner, if not instigator. She was boots on the ground in Venice, after all, always had some ideas tucked away for my each of my visits, and was always game for whatever wackiness I wanted to get into. That Zen circuit kind of became our thing.

When I arrived at Mandy’s, twenty minutes early (as per how I roll), at first, I was unsure what to do. I was at a house in a residential neighborhood. I wasn’t sure I was at the right place because I had mostly been taking in my psychic action at the Mystic Bookstore, not a private residence.

Standing on the porch, there was another problem, too: I had to pee, badly. And I couldn’t wait. Reluctantly, I decided to enter the home. Once I did, I faintly heard Martha’s voice behind a closed door, which was a relief. At least I wasn’t at the wrong address and breaking and entering unknowingly. I navigated my way through this stranger’s home, used the bathroom, and much to my horror, realized the toilet was plugged and wouldn’t flush.

Panicked, I ran. I left the bowl full to the brim and went and sat on the colorful patchwork couch in the living room.

It seemed I had breached psychic in-home protocol by not waiting outside, which prompted the psychic to suggest to Martha, as she later informed me, that someone was chasing her, or was after her, and that maybe it was me. This was prompted by Mandy hearing noise in her house (me peeing).

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