Cursed: My Experience with a Psychic

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. 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.

34 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. 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 34

money was a sacrifice, and that any sacrifice is meant to be difficult. Even worse, she told me not to tell any parents or friends. I spent days overwhelmed with fear and confusion. I could not speak to anyone regarding the matter. And I knew no one would understand anyway.

A few days later, I had a therapist appointment— which I had previously considered giving up due to my newfound “therapy.” My therapist and I began speaking, and she immediately sensed my anxiety and asked what was wrong. I told her that I could not tell her, because if I did, she would be cursed as well. My therapist looked at me as if I had gone actually crazy, as no one speaks of being cursed in the twenty-first century. I eventually told her what had been going on and what my psychic had said, and she immediately said I needed to go to the cops. So I did, and the detective looked just as confused as my therapist did. Ultimately, law enforcement went down to her studio, and to this day, I have not spoken to Jenna—at least since my farewell to her, which was a long stream of texts describing my resentment and disappointment.

However, the most challenging part of this whole episode was the fact that I had believed in a perfect future—that if I paid $3,000, everything in my life would be safe, no questions asked. And really what I wanted was a simple plan that led to that perfect future because I, like most teens, have no idea where I will be, what I will be doing, or even who I should be. But now I know that that is okay—because everyone’s futures are filled with unknowns, and I don’t need a fortune teller to tell me them.