All day Saturday July 21, it threatened to rain. The sky was an illuminated, swollen gray that was seeping thick humidity all over South Slope. This was remarked upon quite a few times by members of the Brooklyn Paranormal Society, as we waited on a strangers couch to have our fortunes. Eight members of BKPS were scheduled to meet for an impromptu session of Psychic On Your Couch.
From the start, the atmosphere was both intimate and clinical. While we were offered carrot sticks and hummus, Anthony, Chief Ectoplasm Officer, bustled around the cozy living room setting up cameras, wires, candles, and a fog machine. While a pet parakeet hopped across the couch and people’s shoulders, LahLuna, the resident tarot reader, burned sage and shuffled through her cards.
For those of us not working, there was not much to do besides chat and fill up on carrots and blueberries. Things were chilly at first, but the atmosphere warmed as the event went on, and especially after the fortunes started being told.
I was the first to meet with the psychic. I was called into the bedroom which had been transformed into a shadowed, candle-lit den of mysticism complete with a cloth covered low table that separated Mary Amy and I.
We sat on the ground across from each other as Anthony finished the final touches with the lighting, and sound. Then, she asked to take my hand. She was kind and even voiced as she held my hand and described what she sensed, or received from the spirits. The interaction between Mary Amy and the spirits appeared to occur in a conversational nature; with Mary fully engaged with… something.
We sat on the ground across from each other as Anthony finished the final touches with the lighting, and sound. Then, she asked to take my hand.
She was kind and even voiced as she held my hand and described what she sensed, or received from the spirits. The interaction between Mary Amy and the spirits appeared to occur in a conversational nature; with Mary fully engaged with… something.
While I won’t go in to the private details of my reading with Mary Amy, I will remark on the experience itself. The initial ask was simple, I was to speak about anything I wanted until the psychic said stop. She explained hearing my voice would allow her to tap into my spirit. Once connected, she told me a lot.
Along with some helpful chime-ins from Anthony and his EVP app, I left the reading with quite a bit to think about. She gave me a vision stone to help me with introspection, and suggested I paint a still life of fruit.
After three more readings, Mary Amy had to leave. She hugged everyone as she left, which surprised me a little since I knew she had to touch someone in order to read them. Still, I was glad to give it to her. Hardly anyone spoke about their experience with her, and little by little the room grew quieter as people sat and reflected.
A few minutes were spent setting up the bedroom for Lahluna’s reading. I opted to go first again. We sat together as the camera’s were readjusted and candles and a purple cloth were transferred over from the dining table. The reader waved a bundle of sage around to clear the air and make room for her energy.
Lahluna explained the set up to me, she would be using Oracle Cards and the Ascended Masters Oracle. I had never heard of those before, but she explained that they had the benefit of being easy to interpret, unlike the complicated symbolism and patterns of Tarot Cards.
Anthony finished with the set up and gave her the go ahead. This time, I was instructed to ask a question. While it is vague, I asked the only question I absolutely wanted an answer to:
Will I have a happy future?
Not only did I get an optimistic reading, but the question launched an in depth discussion between Anthony and I of ways to stay positive that ended in the opportunity to write this article. As with the psychic, I had a lot to think about when it was done, only for different reasons.
One by one people filtered in and out of the room, and eventually the apartment. After the last reading, six people were left. I said my goodbyes next. I hugged or waved to everyone with promises to see them at another BKPS event. Though I didn’t make an in-depth connections, it’s easy to feel camaraderie with people who share such esoteric interests.
I left the apartment with a clear stone at the bottom of my bag, and my head down because it had finally started raining.