Encounters
My hormones are going haywire. And I don't mean that the way you think I do.
I've finally figured out why I've been feeling so exhausted all the time. You would too if you had been bleeding for 14 days out of 37. I'm once again on hormone pills, otherwise known as oral contraceptives. Thanks be to God that my body has so far deigned to cooperate with them instead of exhibiting any of the scary possible side effects listed in the pamplet -- including migraines, mood changes, nausea, and fluid retention. (I know, I know, nobody reads those pamphlets anyway. Except me.)
In other news, on Saturday I discovered that I have a very strong aura and it is blue, grey, pink (or red) and yellow in colour, with a tinge of violet. And that I have Mercury in Uranus and am very 'wood', whatever that means.
I don't believe in any of this stuff but I was with one of my bosses at the time and apparently neurology is a little hobby of his, so I was a captive audience, so to speak. I have never understood why some Christians believe that merely listening to this kind of thing (or reading the horoscopes) can get you into trouble. If you were listening to it avidly, soaking up every word, or if you were reading the horoscopes to hedge your bets in case those predictions were true, then conceivably you might be opening yourself up to some sort of danger. I treated my boss's analysis much the same way I treat personality tests -- with curiosity. What does my birthdate supposedly say about me, and how much does that match up to what I know of myself?
It was only later that things started to get weird, when my boss suggested I try "aligning my chakras" to "harness the energy" and "make things happen". He asked me to sit up straight and imagine that I was looking at myself in a mirror, then picture a shaft of light going from the top of my head to the tip of my spine, through the seven chakra points of the body. Eventually I was to picture my mirror image being consumed by this light, and then I was to give the light a tinge of pink (pink being the colour of romance).
I thought it akin to being inducted into a hypnotic trance -- he was leading me in, stage by stage, talking slowly and calmly, telling me to relax. By the time he got to the part where I was supposed to imagine myself being enveloped by the light, I had started mentally running through every Bible verse I remember, just to keep my mind active and focused on what I personally believe to be true.
Ironically, it was at that point that he "sensed" that I had "gotten it" and that I had tapped into the energy, or made myself one with it, or whatever the proper term is. He told me to tell the universe what I want and to be specific about what I was asking for -- in this case, Mr Right (hence tinging the light with pink, remember?).
Then he brought me out as slowly as he'd sent me in, and told me to do this "exercise" every day for the next 21 days, saying that I'd definitely see results in my love life after that. Um, right. "How could it be morally wrong or go against any religion? It's just about harnessing the energy."
If you know me, you'd know that I don't often argue with people. I smile and nod, but go on believing what I believe. That's what I did with my boss.
Then this morning, a guy came up to our office and asked to speak to someone in charge. I'm usually the one who goes out to meet whoever drops by, so I told him that he could speak to me. He said he was a fortune-teller and offered to tell my fortune.
I laughed and declared that I didn't believe in such things. He replied, "I know, but if you don't give it a try, how can you know it isn't true?" He claimed he could tell me amazing things and asked me to give him a chance; said it wouldn't take very long. Then he looked at me and said I've been lost & confused for the past two years, not knowing what I was doing or being able to achieve what I wanted to achieve.
That didn't impress me. It is an easy thing to tell the past, because the past has already come and gone and is an open book for anybody to see. The future is a different matter altogether; only God can know what lies in store. The Christian belief is that fortune-tellers don't get their "powers" from God, so how could anything said possibly be accurate? Not only that, if the source isn't good then it isn't something that you want to get involved with.
As always, part of me was curious. But I wasn't curious enough to risk it. I may be reckless sometimes, but when it comes to the things that matter, I like to play safe.
Considering that my office is one the third floor of the building, and that this guy had to climb all the way up just to offer to tell my fortune... this, coming so soon after the "session" I had with my boss on Saturday, is starting to make me think that something weird is going on.