You Have A Lucky Face
It all started like
this.
I took a walk out of
the office in the afternoon, as I often do, and was on the way to get some
lunch when a tall, heavily-built Indian man approached me along the
street. He had a kind face, a warm
smile, and looked indeed like a holy man as he wore a string of prayer beads
around his neck, and talked to me softly with his hands clasped together at his
heart centre as if in prayer.
He started the
conversation by greeting me then proceeded to tell me, “Sister, you have lucky
face. I can see from your forehead, you
lead long life. When you grow old, you die, no pain, no sickness. You die
peacefully. Your life is quite spiritual.
Always trying to help others. You always wear happy face. Outward happy. But inside always think too much. You worry about
many people.” My eyes lit up a bit
because he touched on something close to my heart. So I whispered a word of thanks and was about
to continue on my journey. However, he
stopped me in my tracks when he held me back with even more insights. “Another thing sister, you have a very bad
habit. Very hard to change. But you must. Your bad habit cause you plenty
problems.” That was interesting, I
thought. I did not gamble, I did not
smoke, I was not an alcoholic, ok, I was obsessed with Pizza, but that I was sure
would not constitute a bad habit unless it was the perspective of my personal
trainer. So what bad habits could I
have? I asked him of course to qualify
what he had just said. He replied, “ You
speak from the heart. You are too
straight. You do not know what to say
when. You are over-honest. When you tell
people everything from your heart openly, others can use it to hurt you.” Bingo.
That was really spot on.
Throughout my life, that had been one of my biggest issues leading to
misunderstandings, miscommunications, lost opportunities, and lost friendships.
Mom often chided me for not having a filter between my brain and my mouth. So when he revealed this about me, my guard
came down abit more.
He then proceeded to
ask if I could spare him some money “for my travels”. I was about to reach into my purse to get him
a $50 note but he said, “If you small wealthy, you give $100. If you medium wealthy, you give $200. If you many wealthy, you give $300. Sister, I
think you medium wealthy. You be bless
if you give me money for my travels from your medium wealthy.” So I did.
I saw that as $200
gone to helping someone who might truly need it. So I tried very hard not to think too much
about it and decided to proceed on my journey to get myself a cheaper lunch
instead.
However, this Indian
man gently pulled me back and said, “You have a lot in mind. Because someone close to you trouble you.
That person plenty negative. No good for
you. Talk behind your back.” I laughed
at that and told him many people both close and not close to me troubled me. So
he pulled out a red wallet from his pocket and took out a small, square bit of
blank paper, wrote something on it, crumpled it into a ball, whispered an unintelligible
prayer and gave that tiny crumpled ball of paper to me. He
asked me to name the name of the person who most troubled me. I need not have a second thought to
that. So I gave him the first name of
that person who had been on my mind lately.
He then asked me to open that crumpled ball of paper and read what was
written on it. To my horror, I found the
person’s name in that paper. My first
thoughts were, “What sorcery is this? I was highly intuitive and even I did not
have that gift!”
Do Not Worry I Meditate For You
He patted my trembling
hands lightly and said, “Do not worry. I
meditate 7 days and 7 nights for you so that you do not need to be troubled by
negativity. But I need $35 a day for
each day of meditation to buy prayer things like candles and coconut, and
incense..etc.” I was not sure what
possessed me to be that compliant, but I dug into my purse for the last $250
that I had which I had originally allocated
for the week and gave it to him.
He gave me a little gem stone and instructed me to buy 2 fish to release
them into a river as a gesture to release all that negative thoughts that was
plaguing me. I said my thanks and
we parted ways, hopefully never to meet again. Of course, I never released 2 fish in the river over the weekend either. David said that was the stupidest idea ever, allowing the poor fish to be bird food at that storm drain, just near our home.
As I arrived at my
lunch venue, I was quite shaken by what had taken place. Obviously, I had woken up from my temporary slumber. I always pride myself for being quite
smart. How did I fall into that trap of
allowing someone to take advantage of my vulnerability when I was consumed with
so much thoughts and an immensely busy schedule to manipulate my mind into
parting with my money?
I called David
immediately to relate what had happened to me.
He was beyond furious, and was about to take the cab down to where I was
to start a man-hunt for “that charlatan so that we could stop him from tricking other
unsuspecting people with his hocus-pocus nonsense.” I stopped him of course. I only had myself to blame.
A Victim Of My Own Vulnerability
You see, I had a very
bad week. It was a week filled with
misunderstanding, miscommunication, arguments and unnecessary negativity. I was usually one that let it all go and never
took anything like these to heart.
However, at that moment, fresh off managing these negative issues, my
emotions clouded my judgement and I made that irrational decision to place my
trust on a mere stranger who was quick and intuitive enough to sense that I was
so preoccupied with my thoughts, and that within my eyes, I was looking for
quick answers and sheer hope. He played
on that moment when I gave my emotions away.
Losing that $450 was
not that painful. It was money I could
earn again through hard work. However
what hurt most, was that his tactics and unsavoury intentions to earn a quick
buck from someone in a vulnerable state, had cast a shadow on people like
myself, who did do intuitive work with the intent of genuinely helping
others.
I can now fully
appreciate how some people, who had been taken advantage of before, would have
such little trust in me when I tried to support them with my passion as a Tarot
reader and Numerologist. And why shouldn’t
they be more careful, right? That is why, I abhor Tarot readers and
numerologists who call themselves fortune-tellers. How could anyone erroneously put false hopes
in someone’s head by promising to tell someone’s fortunes? Even I cannot predict the future and tell
someone’s future with whatever metaphysical tools I used. I have always stuck to the belief that one is
a master of one’s own destiny. The only thing I could do as an intuitive
consultant was to use our tools to
provide the advice with which one could choose to use to influence his or her
own outcome. Damn it, that was how I
would always preface my reading with a client so that he or she would not get
false hopes. Besides, I am a marketing
professional. I made a living from
marketing solutions that I truly believed in. My experience and knowledge gained
over the years, have made me discerning enough to weed the crap marketed to me
from solutions that genuinely added value to consumers. How could I have not picked up that what he
sold me, was just sheer crap?
When I was talking to
that “holy man”, why did these values, this train of thought, not kicked in to
warn me to back off?
I was vulnerable. I allowed my own negative thoughts to expose
my vulnerability. Over the weekend, I
related this experience to Mom and Joel as well. More than anything, I wanted to warn them so
that they would not get cheated the way I did. By then, David had soften his stance about
wanting to find the “holy man” to beat the shit out of him. I learnt a valuable lesson that cost me $450. It was a lesson in never allowing myself to
wallow in negativity, to the point that I would be sold false hopes by
dishonest people.
I connected with a few
people who were victims of the same scam before. If you are interested to read their
experience, it had been detailed succinctly, in exactly the same way as I had
experienced, within this blog post written by Adrian Hon.
https://mssv.net/2011/06/20/you-have-a-lucky-face/comment-page-7/
About The Writer
The writer of this blog post is a Marketing and PR professional for over 20 years. She is a passionate observer of life bent on inspiring others to live life positively through her writing by combing through moments worth celebrating every day. Due to her ardent love for sports especially boxing and MMA, she is also a freelance sports writer on the side, contributing articles to several sports media when time permits. She works in partnership with her husband, David Ash, who is an avid sports photographer from www.singaporemaven.com. She enjoys Boxing and nurtures a dream to fight competitively one day when her coach stops making fun of her. She is also a psychic intuitive by birth and runs a consultancy that does tarot and numerology readings under her brand, Sun Goddess Tarot. This blog is affectionately called "The Crazy AngMo" as she is married to one, although she has not yet explained to THE Ang Mo that when translated, he has been labeled “the bloke with ginger hair”.
The writer of this blog post is a Marketing and PR professional for over 20 years. She is a passionate observer of life bent on inspiring others to live life positively through her writing by combing through moments worth celebrating every day. Due to her ardent love for sports especially boxing and MMA, she is also a freelance sports writer on the side, contributing articles to several sports media when time permits. She works in partnership with her husband, David Ash, who is an avid sports photographer from www.singaporemaven.com. She enjoys Boxing and nurtures a dream to fight competitively one day when her coach stops making fun of her. She is also a psychic intuitive by birth and runs a consultancy that does tarot and numerology readings under her brand, Sun Goddess Tarot. This blog is affectionately called "The Crazy AngMo" as she is married to one, although she has not yet explained to THE Ang Mo that when translated, he has been labeled “the bloke with ginger hair”.
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