The Daily Prompt today asks the question: You’re on a long flight, and a palm reader sitting next to you insists she reads your palm. You hesitate, but agree. What does she tell you?
When she takes my hands into hers, I feel a slight electric buzz, but knowing I am nervous, I shrug off the coincidence. But is it a coincidence or is it our energy flowing from one soul to another? Her hands are warm and dry and I feel mine begin to sweat. My mind pinballs back and forth between thinking this is just a lark and fearing that she has the capacity to read me. She knows this as she senses my apprehension and yet my willingness to literally put my palm in hers.
She gazes into my eyes and I decide to relax and go with the flow. My mind still is alert with worry as I do not know this woman at all. She is a stranger, but dressed in normal clothing. But there is something angelic about her that I can’t pin down. But I am trying to show her that I am not afraid of what she may reveal, yet I am worried that she’ll see into my soul with precision. I assure myself in my mind that I have nothing to hide, but there is a sense of anxiety buzzing through my body.
“Rest easy, dear one. This experience will not hurt, but only help you as you wander on your life path,” I hear her say and yet her lips do not move. For a moment I’m stunned, wondering if she is telepathically speaking to me or if it were my Guardian Angel or God or maybe I’m losing my mind.
She nods ever so slightly as the thoughts fly through my head. She knows what I am thinking! Yikes!
Without a sound, she turns my palms over to face her and gently holds my hands with hers. Nervous energy excites and frightens me at the same time. She lets out a deep breath as I do as well. Mine is to expel the pent up nervousness. I wonder what hers is? A clearing in order to read me?
She drops her gaze and studies my hands quietly. I feel myself relax and a warm serenity envelopes me. It’s as if we are in our own bubble in the world. She closes her eyes for a few moments and her breathing deepens. I can feel our energies mixing. I am willing to allow her to read me.
“What I am about to say, may not make sense to you now, but one day it will. Your life line is long, but breaks in various places. You have witnessed deaths and have been a death’s door yourself.”
I nod, not daring to speak.
“You are an empath soul, which means you love completely. You feel what others do. You are compassionate and a giver. This trio causes you much pain and yet reaps much joy for your soul. You are surrounded by a white light and many lessons. You are not finished with your journey here yet. You have much to learn, more to grow and many to teach. Your spiritual awareness is growing, but you fear the acceptance of this knowledge for it makes you different. But you are already different from the many people who surround you. You know this, but it feels solitary at times. Do not weep dear one, for you are never alone. Your journey is fraught with emotion, spiritual awakenings and compassionate understanding for yourself and others. You are tested. You do not fail, if you believe it to be so. The key of self-worth, knowing you are perfect, whole and complete in the Lord’s eyes will benefit you so remember who you are. Do not allow the superficial world to sway you. You are gifted and you must use your gifts and your power for good.”
We had both been staring at my palms as she spoke quietly, murmuring the reading for my ears only. In such a soft voice, she continued her reading.
“I see hardship. I see tears. I see betrayal. I see forgiveness. I see love. I see light. I see your Divine Purpose coming to fruition as you grow, learn and accept. I see acknowledgement, acceptance and spiritual understanding increasing day by day. Do not be content, but strive to learn, to grow, to universally connect with others. You will be taught and you will teach, that is the give and take of this lifetime.”
I began to choke back the tears that were falling rapidly from my eyes, running down my cheeks with alarming abandon. My nose was feeling drippy, but I hesitated to break the spell.
“Look with favor on this chosen path. Allow yourself the freedom to be yourself, to speak from your heart and to allow others to hear what they choose. Be one with the Spirit of the Divine. You are human. Mistakes are made, but the angelic reminders of your life will remain in small moments of the memory of others. Do not be afraid of financial gain. Put it to good use in order to spread peace with others. Connect with your blessings. Begin again without fear. Remind yourself often that each day begins a new dawn full of possibility. Live to your fullest ability for we know not our expiration date. Be kinder to yourself and others. Err on the side of love for that is where your strength lies. Meditate. Visit Mother Nature daily. Pray. Sing. Patience, dear one. Time reveals your golden path.”
Sniffling and trying not to gross her out, I began breathing deeply, as the sadness which had overwhelmed me by her words faded away gently without warning. She turned my hands over, clasping them in hers with a warm, long hold and then released my hands. My fingers fumbled through my purse immediately to find a tissue to sop up the wet mess that was my face and nose. She turned slightly in her seat to face the front of the plane, laid her hands in her lap and closed her eyes. I didn’t dare disturb her. Blowing my nose with embarrassed gusto, tissue after tissue, I dried my face, setting myself back in order.
As I leaned back into my seat again, I peeked over, but she was motionless, eyes still closed. I turned my head to look out the window at the sky. The most gorgeous rainbow I have ever seen appeared as if by magic. A smile grew on my lips as a warm sense of serenity spread throughout my body. I eagerly watched as the rainbow faded away as miraculously as it had appeared. I closed my eyes and fell into a gentle sleep.
I awoke to her nudging me as I felt the plane’s wheels hit the runway at our destination. She smiled at me, looking into my eyes and without moving her lips I heard, “This was my gift to you, dear one. I am as grateful as you are to connect and to have had this experience. Share it with others. Remember you are never alone. You are loved.”
The pilot broke the reverie with his announcement that we could begin to deboard and in an instant, she was gone. I don’t think I ever said much to her. I began to berate myself for never even uttering the word thank you while she was here as I was so mesmerized by her aura. Whispering to her spirit, I said, “Thank you my friend,” and I heard her voice reply, “You are most welcome.”