At this workshop she wanted to show us we all have some psychic ability. We were asked to partner up with someone we didn't know, hold an object of theirs and see what came to mind about that person. She explained that pictures are always flashing in your mind if you just notice them, and some may actually pertain to an ability to connect with others. As I rolled my partner's ring around in my hand all I could see were apple trees at the bottom of two tall hills. And I thought I maybe saw a guy named Michael.
I felt kind of bad as the 3 long minutes dragged on and these were the only two images I could see. Obviously, I had figured I would get her entrie life story or give her important information to save her father from jumping into a cab that was destined to hurl off a cliff. I tried to make it better by sitting cross legged and rolling my eyes up into the back of my head like Whoopi had done on Ghost. This would obviously make me more legit.
In the end, it turned out my partner was from a town called Apple Valley, and she had a brother Michael, who died as a young child. Well, no shit....there was something to this, I thought.
Although I found this whole experience interesting, it didn't feel freaky, or from another world, or even all that special. Infact, I realized I couldn't distinguish the thoughts that I received for that woman from the ones that tell me I'm hungry or that it's okay to pick my nose in public if I just use my thumb because obviously people will think I'm just scratching it.
So being a rush junkie, and that this didn't feel any different than most of life, and also that a lot of my time
(But I always felt a little proud of what happened that day and was pretty positive I could save someone from getting in a taxi that was bound to plummet over a cliff and then be a local hero).
Until recently.....
After December, I did not want to think I had any ability to see anything or the future any more.
Some girlfriends and I decided to take the night, wear old prom dresses (unzipped of course) drink wine and make vision boards of what we wanted to see come true in the next year.
I wish I could blame this on the fact we only used US Weeklys and Star magazines, but truthfully, even if there were Bloomberg's and Time, I would've probably reached for the same ones anyway. This is what I envisioned my 2012 to look like:
Did you count that!?!?!?!? There were more pictures of Russel Brand and Katie Perry on my LOVE vision board than fingers you have on two hands.
My show and tell went something like this: I LOOOOOVE Russel Brand and Katy Perry and for my 2012 I want John and I to be just as awesome and happy as they are.
Only 4 days later, they split. I was saddened for them, and a little freaked out for me. But being that my boobs haven't grown awesome, I have no Smurfette dresses or blue hair and John doesn't speak in a British accent and hasn't grown a foot, I will say we are still going strong and my vision board does not predict the future....my psychic abilities were left in Moriah's workshop that day.
Thank God.
Next year I'm just bringing Bon Appetit magazines and souffle-ing the shit out of my vision board.
