Last night, after putting in a 14 hour day at the restaurant (oh Valentine's Day...blah blah blah)
I had no capable brain function. So I went to the late showing of Valentine's Day at the theater with Megan and Talls & Smalls. I slept through about a third of it. I saw the ending and may buy it.
Afterwards, I met a Hippie at a local bar. He looked tattered and weather-beaten on the outside. Grayed beard and course skin, dressed in some holey boots, some paint and patch strewn gray pants, and a well worn wool jacket. I wondered if he were homeless. He said he was from out of town. The social justice seeker and humanitarian in me said I should accept him at his words, but I still had my doubts... Why is it that we often force people to prove themselves, before we accept them? Why do we tend to treat people as guilty, until proven innocent.... Rather, why do we struggle to accept strangers on first encounter without any reservations? Why are we guarded and cautionary---especially with "the gpysies, and freaks, the outcast and homeless?"
At any rate, he had a beer with us and after a few minutes he shared that he could read fortunes and volunteered to demonstrate. Apparently a question is asked/presented silently to oneself. Then Hippie Daryl closes his eyes and proceeds to what I can only describe as "spins his thoughts in a randomized mental commotion." It was suggested to us, that we don't leave his mind to whirl too long or it becomes difficult for him to pull out the correct answer. Upon touching his hand, he breathes slowly as if the words or phrases to your question are coming into focus like the vision charts at the optometrist. And then he tells you.
My friend HappyDimples was intrigued and volunteered herself. I decided to simultaneously play along, and asked questions to myself while my friend was controlling the length of Daryl's spin cycle. I played along for 3 spins, and each time Daryl produced answers/phrases that correlated directly to my questions, but not to HappyDimple's.
It was perhaps one of the coolest, most freaky things I've ever ever experienced....I fear if I post the questions, then the answers I've been given might be negated in some weird superstitious manner.
Oh well, I'll share the 3rd, because it was just to freakishly "impossible" to have possibly happened.
Question: Would it be worth my time to return to Korea and search for my birth parents?
Daryl's Spin: "I sense a quest...a journey..."
I will say this, I did not ask questions in which I tried to test the aptitude of his craft or trick him. (ie. what color am I thinking about now?) However, my 2nd question was a follow up question to my first, and the 3rd (which I posted) had nothing to do with questions 1 or 2.
And my mind is blown. Do you believe?
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