Buckle up. We’re going for a ride.

I am a junior in high school and at a school friends family Christmas party when my whole world gets suddenly rocked upside down at the helm of my very first palm reading. It’s the late 80’s in the San Fernando Valley in Southern California. The music is pumping. Music and laughter fill the air.

Two giggling aunties await to tell our futures. One to the right the other to my left. I feel a visceral shift in my awareness as I enter the vortex of the aunties. An Auspicious feeling, really. Surprised by the sudden heat coming over me, I trust that it is safe to hand over my palms to my dear friends aunties. My two friends go first. I volunteer to go last.

Auntie calls me up to the chair in front of her. I reach my palm out to meet her and my destiny.

Auntie greets me with a smile and a respectful nod. Relax, she says…. Relax your hands…She begins by caressing my hands gently and looking over both hands in a spiral dance. Gazing up and down and all around looking for cues and signs within all the mysterious lines, she pauses piercing the veil deep down below on what is now beginning to be a sweaty palm. She zeros in further, locating precisely the zone of interest. An inquisitive look appears on her face. A perplexing gaze, really. Something feels off…fear sweeps in…What on Earth does she see?

Whispering into the other aunties ear (her sister) for confirmation, she remains aloof with words with the exception of a few shared among themselves in their native spoken language. They look to me and smile empathetically.

No one dare address the elephant in the room. Something seems to be purposefully skipped over.

“You will be ok, not to worry.” Auntie gently taps and returns my hand with an empathic look and a polite smile. Laughter has lost its presence in the space. I am left dazed and confused. Now worried for my future, when just moments before I was filled with hope. What on earth just happened? I can’t even see straight. A haze appears in the room that doesn’t seem to lift. I have no recollection of what was said next. The sounds in the room come back on as if the volume on the stereo turns up all of a sudden, returning me back at the party.

My friends managed to distract my attention from the reading, saying not to worry that it was all for fun anyway.

Astrologers will say that your whole entire life is in the birth chart. If you know where to look you can find it, many say. Perhaps, palm readers, the same. That’s super powerful, right? It takes faith, courage and trust to give permission to someone to peer into the depths of our souls like that.

Flash forward 6 years, just a couple years following my moms passing, when I have a similar encounter.

This time I am looking to rent a room in a house in Venice Beach. A cute little Spanish style abode in the hood. A hop, skip and step on the way to LAX. I love the vibe in the house. It’s a healers home in the center of Venice. Perfect, really. Super close to the beach and Abbott Kinney.

My potential housemate has kind eyes and carries herself with mystery. We hit it off right away. She invites me over to her purple velvet couch by the window. Sun rays are pouring in. It’s high noon, sunny and bright. What’s your sign, she asks? She then asks permission to read my astrological birth chart. Without any hesitation, I give her the details, with the exception of my birth time. Easy peasy, right?

She types the information into her computer and takes her time lightly scanning my chart. I patiently wait. It was a bit like spinning the wheel. She loves me. She loves me not. Am I in or am I out? Should I stay or should I go? The room begins to shift as she looks for any mysterious signs or clues.

The room grows to a palpable silence. Her body language changes to match the mood in the room. A slight uneasiness looms. I no longer feel at home. What started out as a happy go lucky conversation about the healing arts and life in Venice just moments before ended in…”I am sorry, but it’s not going to work. You seem really nice though. We just wouldn’t be compatible living together. Good luck, though.”

Conversation over. NO questions asked. I gather my things and move forward on my housing quest.

To allow ourselves to be “read” or seen by another can feel quite vulnerable. Especially if you just meet for the first time and only one side of the story is being revealed. Being reduced to symbols on an astrological chart can feel a bit limiting with little room for growth and mutual connection. On the other hand, sometimes we see a significant sign and just know that going with our intuition is the best way to go. I can attest to that!

In the case of the potential housemate, I felt she was making a wise and conscious decision and I respect her for that. If I could go back in time it would have been helpful to know what she saw so I could see the bigger picture and not feel like there was something wrong with me. I realize now that it wasn’t really personal at all. In fact, I can go back and look at the astrology. At least, for my chart! In the case of the palm reader(s), maybe instead of protecting me from something I may be afraid to see because I was too young at the time, help me to see in a way that gives me strength and courage to face what is in front of me in preparation for what potentially may be coming down the line.

Life is cyclical, ever changing and ever evolving. Nothing is written in stone. Signs and synchronicities can occur that clearly point to something that may come to life for us, but there is always a way to navigate our path forward. It is my experience that we shine bright like the Sun when we feel empowered and connected to all of life. Our vitality rises as a sense of peace falls upon our lips. Life is Beautiful.

I am auntie Owl.

ALISUN TREES – “AUNTIE OWL” weaves transformational healing stories for all life on Planet Earth as a catalyst for growth and change, integration and expansion in celebration of these incredibly potent times.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *