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Why This Rune Reader ‘Reverse Plans’ Her Day
If you’d asked me a few years ago how I welcomed a new day, I would’ve rattled off a checklist: what needs to be done, what must be scheduled, what’s urgent and what’s not. I thought a structure schedule and curated life was strength. I believed that manifesting my future meant controlling it before it even arrived.
But somewhere along my spiritual path, I began to dance to a different rhythm. It was a kind of sacred tempo that doesn’t rush or demand. That doesn’t forecast before it senses and feels.
Today, I want to share that magical alternative rhythm with you. I call it reverse planning. It’s not a rigid system, but an invitation to trust time the way a rune whispers its truth.
Our modern culture tends to treat calendars like hammers. We use them to nail down the future with agendas, meetings, goals, and deadlines. On paper, life appears orderly, efficient, and decided. But for many of us, that creates a low-level anxiety that’s hard to name.
We wake up already carrying the weight of what hasn’t even happened yet. The day feels predetermined before we’ve had a chance to participate in it.
As someone who reads runes, symbols that speak across the ancient thresholds of time, I’ve come to believe that true guidance rarely comes in the form of a command. Instead, it arrives quietly, in the pauses, in the spaces between breaths. That’s where reverse planning begins: with presence, not pressure.
How I Learned To Trust My Psychic Premonitions
I was just 16 years old when I had my first powerful premonition.
At the time, I didn’t know what to call it. I didn’t have the right words or spiritual understanding to describe the feeling. All I knew was that something inside me, like a quiet inner voice, spoke with a certainty that was not just in my imagination. It felt like a clear knowing.
A close family member had recently become engaged to his long-time girlfriend. They were the perfect couple. They were always together, and they had a lot of potential. It seemed like their love would last forever.
Everyone in our family, including our friends, thought we would be the kind of couple who could overcome any challenge together. Their future was full of possibilities.
One afternoon, he excitedly told me she had passed the exams to join the police force. They had just bought a home together. The future looked great, and there was a lot of potential. I smiled at him, feeling happy for him.
But something didn’t feel right. A soft inner voice whispered: She will leave him for a policeman.
This simple, unexpected thought bothered me, but I pushed it away. Maybe it just me worrying about the stories I had heard about adult relationships that didn’t end well.
Three months later, she left him and started a relationship with a fellow police officer.
My Magical Experience With Indian Palm Leaf Reading
A few years ago, I had amazing experience with Indian palm leaf reading.
As a professional psychic and lifelong spiritual adventurer, I’m always eager to explore lesser-known forms of divination and ancient spiritual practices. Over the years, I’ve had the incredible opportunity to dive into a wide range of mystical traditions, some well-known, others more obscure. Each one has offered a unique and enlightening glimpse into the mystical and unseen.
It was that same sense of wonder and incurable curiosity that led me to explore the mysterious tradition of the Nadi Leaves. I’m so glad I did!
The Nadi Leaves, also known as Nadi Astrology or Palm Leaf Astrology, are ancient texts found primarily in South India, specifically in the state of Tamil Nadu. They are believed to contain the pre-written life stories and destinies of millions of individuals, inscribed thousands of years ago.
According to tradition, these prophetic records were created by the Saptarishis (Seven Sages) like Agastya, Bhrigu, and Vashistha, who used their yogic powers to foresee the past, present, and future of humanity. The Sages are said to have recorded these destinies out of compassion for future generations.
Originally, the Nadi Leaves were archived in Hindu temple libraries, especially in South India. These sacred texts were carefully preserved by temple priests, who regarded them as divine revelations. As the centuries passed and the original leaves began to decay, they were carefully recopied onto fresh palm leaves to ensure their survival.
The Man Who Pushed Me Off A Cliff
Since I was a child, I have had fragmented memories of my past lives. These flashbacks are all parts of those lives and lessons that pertain to my soul growth and karma in this lifetime.
So far, all of my past life memories have had to do with someone I have interacted with here, in my current incarnation. In other words, I have met all of the people in my past life memories in this lifetime also.
One such memory of a past life, is of a man I was married to in Ireland. We were quite young. I would say no more than 20. We were poor and lived in a little cottage, near a cliff overlooking the ocean. It was a modest, but breathtakingly beautiful home and land. I also remember that I had long, curly red hair.
Sadly, my husband in that lifetime was physically and emotionally abusive. He was always worried that men would desire me and take me away from him.
But I had never been with any man but him. I didn’t want to be with my husband, but I certainly didn’t want another man to control and own me either.
He kept me prisoner in our home and refused to let me leave. My solace was the church. My soul’s water and food was the sunlight, and the sounds and smell of the ocean. My fantasies consisted of building a boat and heading out into the vastness, toward the sunset, letting the ocean’s waves carry me away to wherever she wished me to be. Interestingly, in my present life, nature has always been my sanctuary.


