I Paid $10 For: A Shamanic Journey
On our third night in Puna we went to grab a drink at the bar down the road only to find a 200-person locals-only lava fest in full swing. Within six seconds I had wolfed a pound of poke AND locked eyes with a shoeless wanderer sitting behind a stack of tarot cards. Instinctively I knew that a) whatever the price, I was going to pay this gentle soul to tell me nice, vague, empowering things about my future and b) that Andy was already rolling his eyes and looking for a bathroom.
I pulled five cards from the deck of dreams and Roman (French accent) laid it all out for me:
First card: Princess of discs. I’m a creative person with ideas and shit.
Second card: Knight of swords. I have male and female energy. These need to be more Christo/ Jeanne-laude, less Britney/ K-Fed.
Third card: Cruelty. I can sometimes be a dick to myself and I need to not do this. So don’t blow it for me, self.
Fourth card: Change. Being spontaneous is good. Do this more. Especially if you’re Zach Braff.
Final card: The Priestess. If I listen to my inner truth, I will achieve my full potential, which is FINALLY FINISHING THE LAST 6 EPISODES OF BREAKING BAD WHICH I WANT TO DO BUT CAN’T BECAUSE THEY GIVE ME BEDTIME ANXIETY!!!!! JK. My inner potential is becoming a badass bitch, which by definition, encompasses the Breaking Bad thing.
Roman went into a lot more detail, but that was the gist. And now I am empowered.
Worth $10? Fuck yeah. I love talking about myself. Especially with shamans.
Jealous? You can embark upon your own free shamanic journey right from your couch/ desk/ meditation studio.