The Fortune Teller and her Energy Stone

Could fortune teller predict the future?

Recap: I met a man whom I felt a strong connection with.

I was overjoyed to see him waved at me. It was evident that he was able to see me. Just when I wanted to follow him into the bar, I felt a push from behind and fell flat on my face.

My head sank into … huh… my feather-soft pillow.

My phone began playing my favourite music, an alarm for me to wake up. The bar, the purple-headed woman, and the familiar face were vivid in my mind. I felt I had not slept at all. I threw the phone underneath my other pillow, then went right back to sleep.

“Wake up, master, wake up.”

What? I was puzzled and shocked. I sat upright in bed. It was the same voice I heard last night, only that now it is bright daylight. My phone beeped suddenly. I held it in my hand and saw the time.

“Oh xxxx! It’s already 10am.”

Today was the day of my final CFA exam, and I was running late. I quickly jumped out of bed, changed, grabbed my bag, took the shovel, and headed out. When I opened the door, I was so overjoyed to see a path dug through the snow, leading from the door to the road.

It must be Tony, my neighbour. He occasionally left the house ahead of me. I gained so much time back that I could now get to the exam on time. I put the shovel away and left merrily. It would be a good day today.

Little did I know that Tony was still in bed.

Joyce stood outside the exam hall with a long face. She was my best friend and both of us were taking the CFA exam today.

“What’s the matter?” I asked, guessing she must have done badly on the exam, “You didn’t get the answers?”

Joyce shook her head and said, “What about you?”

I did well — very well, in fact, a lot better than what I had expected, but I couldn’t tell Joyce this. She would only get more upset.

“You did well, didn’t you?” Joyce asked.

My facial expression must have betrayed me.

We were both quiet. I wanted to comfort Joyce, but I didn’t know what to say.

Suddenly, Joyce said, “Hannah, let’s visit the fortune teller again.”

“Who?” I couldn’t make the connection between fortune telling and failing the CFA exam.

“The old gipsy woman who gave you a stone at South Quay,” Joyce reminded me.

I had almost forgotten about the old gipsy woman. We met her a couple of weeks ago at South Quay. The old gipsy woman ran a fortune-telling booth with a table and two chairs. On the table were a deck of cards, an old turtle shell with three ancient coins, and some stones.

“I wonder how they get the turtle body out of the shell,” Joyce said in disgust.

One of the stones sparkled under the sun and appeared inviting. I picked it up out of curiosity and felt a warm sensation in my palm.

“How much is this?” I asked.

“Priceless ,” the old gipsy woman said. She looked at the stone as if they were conversing, then continued, “But you can hold it for a while.”

“This has to be one of her fortune-telling tools,” Joyce whispered.

I held the stone in my hand, and a warm sensation began spreading from my hand, my arm and gradually filled the rest of my body, igniting every single cell in its path.

I closed my eyes and indulged in this sensation. I could feel my body and mind recharging.

“Are you alright?” Joyce was concerned.

“It’s amazing.” I spoke with excitement while keeping my eyes closed.

“We ought to go,” Joyce said, uncomfortable with my behaviour.

I returned the stone to the table and thank the old gipsy woman.

“You’ve an exam to take. You need not worry. You’ll ace it,” The old gipsy woman spoke as she fixed her gaze on me.

How did she know I would be taking an exam?

“What about me?” Joyce asked immediately.

“Fortune telling fees are $100,” The gipsy old woman held up a card in front of Joyce.

Joyce did not pay the $100, which she obviously had regretted and hoped she could find the gipsy old woman again.

When Joyce and I returned to South Quay, the gipsy old woman was no longer there. Joyce was upset becuase she was convinced that my success in the exam was an effect of the stone that I had held.

In contrast, I attributed my success to my own efforts and all the late hours I spent on studying for the exam rather than supernatural forces.

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