My First Psychic Reading: Red Car, Yellow Car đź”®
Two months after my mother's death, I walked into a spiritual awareness course in a creaky 1930s church that smelled of mothballs—skeptical, grieving, and terrified someone would think I'd joined a cult.I'm Matt, and this is the story of my first psychic reading. The one where I told a complete stranger about a holly bush outside her kitchen, an ornate lamp that belonged to her nan, and two cars—one red, one yellow—that I had no business knowing about.In this episode:My first spiritual awareness course (aura manipulation, really?)Activities that made me cringe vs. ones that actually workedThe…
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