Learning things... sort of

At first I was dismayed to see that my post hadn't gone through yesterday.  Then realization dawned that I'd put it in the wrong blog.  So, here it is again!




I spent today doing more research. I picked up a palmistry book and was skimming through it for useful hints and naturally found myself glancing at my hand every page or so. As I continued, I became more and more confused until I finally just had to stop skimming and read it. Unfortunately, that didn't help much either. I have a Murderer's Thumb? Why does it look like I have three different and divergent destiny lines? Why is the Venus ring longer than my heart line? And what the heck does that line mean? Either the book was grossly incomplete, or just like pretty much every investigation I've done on the state of my metaphysical self, my palm is wierd.

In my astrological birth chart I was born under a night sky that was completely empty; all the planets, the sun and the moon, were crowded together at the bottom of the chart. Every Tarot reading I've had has pulled up cards of doom, like the Tower and Death. And there was that one time a crazy red-headed gypsy put a curse on me...

Now apparently, my palm tells me that I'm unhappily married, a violent murderer, and will live to the age of about 25. Seems like either I'm constantly narrowly avoiding crazy amounts of misery, or I got somebody else's fate by mistake. In any case, it looks like I'm living on borrowed time.