In the fall of I had just arrived in town to attend school, and was walking around taking in the city. I had heard that going to psychics could be fun, so I went to see one that told me she would help with my feelings of depression and distrust in my spouse that were unfair and founded on my own past.
I saw one that said, I believe $20 readings (It's been 2 years so I don't remember, but I wouldn't have gone to one that charged more). The office was located at 7th & Bleecker in the Village. I was told that "Linda" was filling in for the regular psychic, "Zena." I gave Linda the $20 and she did my reading.
At the end of the reading, Linda told me that I had a lot of "negativity" in my life that could be dealth with using some of her advanced counseling and readings. She told me it would cost $300 for the reading. Not being a big spender, I thought I had some bank leeway, so I gave her the $300 (stupid, yes I know, but I mildly believed in the stuff). She made me go across the street and pull the money out of an ATM, because she didn't take checks or credit cards.
So stupidly, I gave her the money, and she told me what to do that night. I was to take an egg, wrap it in a piece of paper with NINE $100 BILLS (that's $900, folks), write on the paper my name my name and birthdate plus the major negatives I wanted out of my life. I was to put the wrapped package in a box under my bed and go to sleep that night. Overnight, Linda would pull an all-nighter "meditating" for me (whatever—she was probably asleep too).
For the record, the number 9 was supposed to represent some luck symbol, and $100 was of great value, so it was supposed to help. Well, there was no way I had 900 bucks to burn (I didn't really have $300 either, but I figured I'd conserve for awhile). So I figured Linda wouldn't notice if I used $1 and $10 bills. I slept with the egg as instructed and called LInda in the morning. She how my sleep went. I said fine, but I'd had weird dreams. She said that was a sign of the negativity being disturbed, and that I should come see her again to follow up.
I visited her again. She told me that she would keep the package and meditate again that night, and depending on what the cards told her, the money would either have to be donated, destroyed, or stored away (In her bank, probably.). I thought okay, since I'd only blown $50 and not $900, let's continue the game.
The next part blew me away, and I knew by now not to stupidly follow it. Linda got on my case for not using $100 bills. She rudely asked me, "Why did you not follow my instructions of using the right money amount?" When I replied that I thought $900 was a lot just to play with, she asked, "Why did you not tell me this before I went into meditation?" She told me that she had corrected the amont with her own money to "keep the spirits in check, " and that I would have to make up the difference. (I had thought money was money regardless?)
I was to pay her $850.
Afraid of a lawsuit, I started calling my savings banks from back home to find out about withdrawing money I didn't have in my student account. Didn't work, there was a penalty for early withdrawal. I panicked for a few hours, wondering how on earth I could do this. Finally, I slipped a note under Linda's door that said, "I'm sorry, but I am a college student living in NYC, and I cannot possibly come up with $850 that I don't currently need for my own expenses. I thank you for your help and wish you well."
Never heard from her again.
Bottom line: do not EVER buy into the "9 hundred dollar bills" thing—you will not get to keep them and it's just her way of making $1220 off you, not $20. Don't even give her the $300—her stuff won't even work unless you also do the $900. She will put you in a trap and won't tell you all the details till after the fact.
I no longer believe in the psychic crap. "Spirits, " if they are really helpful, should want to help you whether you can pay $1 or $100. I hope she never comes after me in court, but hey, I've since moved away and gotten married with a new name, so I doubt she'll find me.
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