About this time last summer, I was walking down 34th street towards 7th Avenue and a little man, with his head wrapped in a turbin stepped right in front of me and begged me to talk to him. Like a transplanted New Yorker with the heart of a Texan, I did not want to be rude so I indulged him for a moment instead of briskly walking by. He said to me, in an indian accent " I want you to write down a number on a piece of paper and if I guess the number correctly, you will give me ten minutes of your time." So I obliged, pulled a piece of paper and a pen from my purse and wrote down a number and crumpled it together as my hand closed. I thought to myself, there is no way this man can guess the right number. He stared at me for a moment and said, " 33."  Damn... he actually guessed correctly!  So off we went into a Cafe down the street where I was supposed to meet one of my friends. 

When we arrived at the cafe, I ordered a cup of coffee and the little man sat across from me. He said he was from India, and had only been in the states since yesterday as he preceded to pull out a teeny tiny book out of his pocket, it was a little larger than a box of matches. His accent was thick, so it took me a moment to process what he was saying as he explained that he was an Indian astrologer and the little book was his guide.   Indie is what I will call him because I have no idea what his real name was, he asked me to write down my birthdate on a piece of paper...and so I handed it to him. The odd thing was, he kept saying " You are sooo Different."  Being the skeptic, I kept thinking to myself, well aren't we all?
Then he asked me to write down 5 things in life that I found challenging and 5 things I secretly wished for...except the piece of paper he handed me was two inches by two inches. I squished as much on to it as possible and handed it back to him. He closed it in his hand and seemed to meditate on it for a few minutes.

Then a la bizarre began as he talked to me about my ability to be very strategic with the placement of objects and it took him a few minutes to specifically say art. Ok, I am beginning to pay attention now. Indie described very specific people in my life. The first person he talked about was Kelly. Well naturally you would think, Kelly is a very common name right?  Then Indie says, Kelly is a man, and not a very nice man- he is bad luck. Little did he know that ironically, my new Senior VP was named Kelly- a man.  Kelly on his first day at the job introduced himself to me by walking into my office and verbally threatening me in so many words and then he proceeded to bragg about his sex life to all the associates over lunch. He was about as charming as a slimy used car sales man from the sticks.  Indie then went on and on about different people who meant something to me but nothing to him. It was rather eery-spooky to say the least but I took it all with a grain of salt. 

So as we were wrapping things up, Indie said he had a gift for me and pulls out a stone from his pocket. He holds the bluish stone between his fingers as he explains that it is a protective amulet, and I need to wear it for the next 48 hours.  I open my palm, close it and he touches my hand and says some kind of prayer in Hindu.  Then we part ways.  Later that evening I found a locket in a Tibetan store and placed the stone inside. I wore it the first night but I could not sleep- my stomach kept getting hot and I was having weird dreams. So I took the stone out of the locket and put it in the zipper of my wallet.

I can't really say that anything predicted has come true but the funny thing is the last time I had the locket with the stone on, was Halloween. We were down in the village for the parade and I pulled the necklace out and put it on. About 15 minutes later when we were walking back towards the subway along a dark road, a taxi pulled up and a woman got out. She had red hair that was cut into a bob, Prada shoes on and a Louis Vouitton hand bag.  The minute she stepped out of the car she walked directly over to us and asked for directions- she introduced herself as Kristen Leo, an attorney from Long Island.  Wow. Attorney out of nowhere. Hmmm. Interesting.

Psychic stone or tracking device- who knows. Either way, when I got home, I super glued the stone to the back of the nearest taxi.  Wonder if Indie had that prediciton in the psychic hand book? LOL  NYC is full of bizarre happenings.