Cursed
My Terrifying Experience with a Psychic by Reilly Morrow Unexpectedly, I became distracted by a glowing purple sign that read: “Grand Opening! Psychic Reading! Love! Fate! Destiny!” I was instantly drawn towards the entrance of the small studio and knocked on the door. This was not my first time seeing a psychic, and I was desperate for some answers about my future. After a few moments, a lady in her thirties came to the door and greeted me with a hug and a reassuring look. She told me to make myself comfortable as I made my way over to her small glass desk in the corner of the room. The atmosphere of the studio was calming: it had gray walls, scented candles burning, a mini statue of Buddha, and a Chakra poster—all of which I had seen before, which put me at ease. After sitting down, the psychic began by elaborating on her work and its outcomes, ultimately persuading me to proceed with the session with a palm and chakra reading. I agreed. I had been feeling out of sorts recently. She introduced herself as Jenna and asked me if I had experienced any sort of loss over the past couple of months, and I went ahead and gave a brief description as to what had been going on in my life. Jenna told me she had sensed my strong sense of loss when I walked through the door and that everything was going to be okay. To be honest, her words were comforting and reassuring, something which I had been trying to seek from counselors and friends but just could not find. By the end of the emotional session, she (and I) had come to the conclusion that I needed help rebalancing my chakras because, due to my loss, they were completely imbalanced--actually, Jenna said she had never seen a case that bad before. I felt a sense of urgency in her voice, making me truly believe something was really wrong with my soul. Jenna, in a way, made me feel as if I had been victimized and that she was the only person who could reverse the damage. 3434
Every afternoon for a week, I visited Jenna at her studio. We became closer and closer. I had not been that close to someone in a very long time. And the best part about it was that I did not have to explain myself since I believed she already knew what was going through my head. I began thinking any session with her was more helpful than any therapy session I had ever attended. I believed that—after years of therapists and seemingly meaningless confessions and conversations— I was finally getting somewhere. I remember messaging her after one of our sessions and telling her I had never felt so much clarity in my life. I began thinking she was maybe my guru. I told Jenna this. And her response was that I had sought her help in all of my previous lives (all nine to be exact)—yes, she led me to believe that I have had several previous lives and that she was attempting to channel each of them. She claimed channeling my previous lives was difficult, that it took much expertise, and it was especially hard because I had been given a spiritual gift. Jenna led me to believe that I had been royalty in my previous life, that I had married— apparently—my soulmate, that I had had his child, and that he, along with the child, had been killed in a freak accident. She led me to believe that there had been a curse set on me by a jealous witch and that in every single one of my lives, I have gone through this process of loss and suffering. She led me to believe that I had tried to contact a psychic in each of my lives to break the curse, but I was unsuccessful due to poverty (which had been set on me as well). She led me to believe that if I did not pay her $3,000 dollars, I would be responsible for my future “soulmate” and child’s death. I was so conflicted. I had no idea what to do. I was not sure if she was legit or if she was just trying to get my money. When I asked her if she was attempting to take my money, she claimed that paying her the
