I’m one of those people — I actually believe that psychics can see into the future just by looking at a tarot card or analyzing the lines on my palm. I have always wanted to go to a psychic and see if the experience lived up to the surreal and jaw dropping experience I had imagined it to be (spoiler alert, it did).
I went to Aquarius in Westport. Originally, I was drawn to the cheap $20 charge, but after that I found there’s a lot more that’s special about this place.
For the next 40 minutes, I listened as a stranger replayed my past, discussed my present and predicted my future. He was able to reinforce that not all psychics are phonies.
Aquarius has a different psychic each day of the week, and each focus on different themes and ideas. My psychic was a tarot card reader, meaning I would ask a question about my future and he would draw a card to base his prediction off of.
He started off by telling me my “history.” He pulled out a card with a simple word that represented my history and greatest weakness. My history was solitude and my greatest weakness was silence. I realized the truth to the card — I’d rather spend a Friday night curled up with my dog than out with friends, and I’m always struggling to speak up during my AP Chem class.
I became concerned when the card pulled for my future job was embellished with a screaming lady clasping her hands on her forehead above the word “guilt.” But he informed me that my future career might be related to helping others who suffer with mental illness. It was kind of true — I want to help people, but in an operating room.
Everything he said up to that point had truth in it, but could apply to anyone. But then it got really freaky, and he had me convinced that psychics are the real deal.
He asked me if I wanted to hear about anyone in my life who had died. I asked him about my grandma Kay. The only thing said was that she loved cinnamon when she was young. Confused, I asked my dad if she liked cinnamon. My dad said that every time he visited his grandma, he had cinnamon toast.
How had he known all of this specific information just from a name and a small card? I had never met him and I felt like he knew me so well, which definitely spooked me. The 20 minute car ride home was spent analyzing how surreal the whole experience was.
After this experience, I’m just as convinced that psychics are legit — maybe even more than before. I loved how affordable it was, which will make getting my friends and parents to go with me easier. Even though it wasn’t as intimate as I was expecting — I sat in the middle of a well-lit store within feet of customers — I recommend going.
You might even see me there, I plan on being a frequent visitor to learn more about myself and prove to all my friends that psychics are the real deal.