Getting Read
copyrighted image by visions by onareo I remember the first reading I ever got. I was probably around 11 or 12 and my Mom and Dad took me to this spiritualist medium they used to go to whenever they needed some guidance. She would do readings out in the garage of her house. I could smell the strong incense coming from inside the reading room while I kept watching the other people go in and out the reading room. When my parents were done I asked to go in for a reading. The room looked similar to a church since it was full of flowers and saint images and a couple of different altars. My curious eyes wandered around while she was getting her ready to read for me. She gave me some florida water cologne to put on, asked for my full name, wrote it in a piece of white paper and she placed it under a goblet filled with water. She tapped the goblet with her pencil, as she was going into what seemed to be some sort of trance. And then she started giving me one of the most memorable read