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The crowd was good and my stall was named – ‘Tarot Reading by G Kennedi.’ Most of the people were completely clueless about what Tarot reading actually meant. Few came and asked where is the parrot? I said there is no parrot – I am the one who will be picking up the cards. Few were excited about the colourful Rider Waite Tarot cards, and debated – why don’t you allow us to pick the cards. And I had to tell them – we aren’t playing strip poker here!

The response was good and I did reading for close to 150 people in 2 days. Except for a couple of readings where I got screwed rest were excellent. And I loved the way people looked at me with awe, when I could tell them their past just by looking at them. I could say their educational qualification, the colour of the car, the area where they live, and the countries they have already traveled. It was major fun – at least for me.

I was naive and could not handle the new toy. Just like kids, who exhaust themselves with a new toy, I exhausted myself too. I never knew the repercussion of psychic reading. After those 2 days I fell ill for 15 days. Had I talked to my teacher before I accepted the deal, I am sure he would have helped me - for he knew and also had good experience in psychic reading.

These 15 days of illness were days of contemplation. The first question I asked myself was – was it worth it? And I got an answer. It wasn’t. The people who consulted me basically thought that I was a magician. And I am sure the reading and the predictions weren’t taken seriously. They probably were thinking hard about how I did it than what I told them.

There were many who just came, sat, and threw their attitudes. If it had been my house, I would have asked them to get out, or rather looking at their attitudes I would never let them inside. But I was bound to do the reading. An incident that made me decide that – I will never travel to the client’s place for a reading. If the client wants – he should visit me. That holds true to the PM too ;).

Few were testing my skills and few were testing my patience. The worst thing I could remember is that a rich drunk bastard sat near me and asked me to do a reading. It was reason enough for me to say fuck it. I reduced the days to 2 from 4, and regretted my decision of accepting the deal.

Morals of the story 1) help only selected people. 2) If you keep your ass open, none would mind fucking it.

After dealing with 150 people, I understood one truth that even if Lord Narayana comes in flesh and blood, there still will be people who will be ready to debate about whether he is the real Lord Narayana or the fake one.

I stopped using my psychic energy, and started concentrating just on horoscopes. It is simpler any day. These days I try seeing things only for those special people I like. And my liking towards them completely depends upon their behaviour and respect towards astrology and astrologers.

On my spiritual journey – through long hours of meditation, and after reading 7000 and odd horoscopes – I have realized only one truth. And the truth is ‘God Exists.’ There wasn’t any flowering of 1000 lotus petals in my bloody head and I never went to a no-mind stage people cheat about and aspire for.

I still am possessive about few people, I still feel jealous about few things, I haven’t forgotten my past, I have not dropped my ego and identity, I haven’t changed my name to fool myself, I still have desires, I don’t carry a fake smile as if I have unearthed the tool for permanent happiness, and I still get a hard on looking at a woman wearing a bikini or G-string. But still the truth remains – ‘I have realized the presence of God!’

And the saddest part of life is - once you realize the presence of God you are back to square one – as in life goes as per destiny!