I was checking for lipstick on my teeth or unseemly static cling before heading to my first "Full Moon" ceremony, a willing newbie ready for the New Age, when my husband came up behind me. "You look great," Gavin said, peering over my shoulder into the mirror. His gaze was frankly appreciative of my sensuous get-up. "What time do you think you'll be home?"
Midnight, maybe 1 at the latest, I promised, pecking him on the cheek. "Have fun," he called as our apartment door closed. I'd invited Gavin to accompany me for a night of drumming and ecstatic dancing but he demurred. I knew he would. He wasn't the alternative, communal ritual type though he good-naturedly supported my explorations. 5 Words That Will Save Your Marriage
I practically ran to my car, impatient to leave buttoned up Riverdale and find transcendent oneness with other Full Moon revelers. I wasn't exactly sure what I'd find, but I knew some of the people who'd be there. I was certain this would be a big experience. I'm a big experience junkie. A friend met me at the door and together we entered Chelsea's mystic chapel-cum-art gallery. It was jammed. The "temple" vibrated with trance music and otherworldly light that made the humongous psychedelic paintings pulse. Spiritual healers of every sort lined the perimeter of the grand space laying on hands or giving readings, a pre-ecstasy bonus. I poked my friend who was knowledgeable in these matters. "Markus, I want to try one. Who do you suggest?"
Markus scanned the room and pointed to a striking, middle-aged man with a pony tail on the opposite side. "You definitely want to have him do a Tarot reading. He's absolutely the best. World famous."
I shouldered my way through the throng and waited my turn. When I sat down, the reader of renown glanced at me perfunctorily and asked for some basic information. I didn't give him much. I told him that I lived in the Bronx, was married for more than two decades and mothered two kids. I wanted divination, not a sideshow. If this guy was the real deal, he'd tell me things. Marriage Study Says If You Fight Now, You'll Fight Later
He had me to tap the Tarot deck and then he carefully laid the cards. After a minute of intense study, his brow puckered in puzzlement.
"Yes. That's right. Twenty–five years with my husband."
"Well, then, who are all these men?"
The blood drained to my feet and I was sure steam poured from my ears. I was flustered to the point of incoherence, something that rarely happened to me. I tried to speak but the lodged in my throat. 3 Ways To Spot Your Future Ex-Husband
"Whoa! You are good!" I finally wheezed. "But it's not at all what you think! I am very committed to my marriage. I love my husband. I am monogamous. But, er, uh, how did you know about the men?"
He shrugged and pointed down to the matrix of wands, swords, pentangles and cups. "It's obvious. I see your husband but there are other men."