Apparently the whole practice of reading someone’s future from a crystal ball could stem right back to the megalithic peoples of ancient Britain. That’s pretty old stuff. They were all about rocks and stone structures, and this thinking that it all goes back to them comes from an observation of the similarities in practices between these guys and the Druids, known fans of crystals in general. Tentative, but hey. History isn’t science is it. Unless it’s archeology- that could well be a science. Anyway, point is crystals seem to have played a major part in people finding out what was going on with their world before Mystic Meg and Wikipedia (source credit!) came along.
It’s interesting though, that even nowadays when Science has really expanded the minds of humans; their understanding of the hows and whys of the world always growing, that still, we look to older, less concrete ways of finding out about the world and ourselves. Star signs are always to be found sandwiched between the real news and sports section of the major newspapers, and I always read them when I come across them, even though I’m pretty sure my logical mind thinks it’s a load of old boot. Mine and maybe my boyfriends too- nosy parker. And why? What is it that I think I’m reading exactly? A personal advice column written just for me? Some piece of cosmic star dust sprinkled between the words, waiting to be read and unravel my destiny? I really couldn’t tell you. But I have to say I like them. Sometimes, anyway. (and then when they don’t say quite what I’m looking for, I think: Well, it’s all a load of codswallap anyway!!).
Do you trust any particular future predicting method? Tea leaves left in your mid-morning green tea cup residue perhaps? Or, maybe the letter of the alphabet your apple stem breaks upon whilst twisting, wishing for wedlock. Wow those are healthy methods.
Or daisy petals?Don’t snort them. Pick them off, one by one deliciously. And then loose count when there’s only a few left as you can see the outcome unfolding, and you don’t like it. He loves me.. erm…. Ah! He Loves MEEEE!
Lines on your hand? (Personally this one scares me.. I’m thinking that craggy line that cuts off half way between by thumb and forefinger can’t be great news).
One Night with the King download I’m looking into my crystal ball (actually it’s a globe-shaped blackboard that lovely Rachel donated to The Laundry) and it’s telling me… it’s telling me.. maaaanny maaaany Laundry customers are going to write in and tell me they are as mad as me.
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