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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.
Time Waits For No One
I was meditating deeply one afternoon wanting to connect with my spirit guide. I wanted to see if I there was anything that I needed to know, or anything that could help me be a better person. I then heard the words: “Time waits for no one.”
I had been putting various things off for a while in my life, but I sensed this message was not for me. Sometimes when I hear things I later find out that they were for someone else: a client, family member, or friend.
Later that day, I took a call on PsychicAccess.com from one of my regulars who I often read for.
She asked me if there was anything that she needed to know and I instantly knew the message about time and procrastination was for her, so I told her about what came through to me while I was meditating. She started crying.
She then told me she had just been visiting her mother at the hospice. During her visit she became aware of her thoughts and feelings about time and how fast a person’s life can fly by.
She was looking at it from a different perspective. Sitting in a hospice room with your dear mother in the last days of her life can definitely make you see how fast time flies!
She told me how she has always made these major plans for her future, thinking how great it would be to do this, or that, and accomplish this, and that. Her Mother told her that day she should go ahead and write the book she had been planning to publish about mother-daughter relationships, and how important they are.
Maybe This Is How We Mend Our World
I have certainly been trespassed against over the years, as I suspect you may have too: maligned, misunderstood, abused, betrayed. Many of us have been hurt and wounded.
For many of us lifetimes of pain also seem to rise to the surface now, as if this era has come to collect on both the debts and the blessings.
Some of my wounds in this lifetime occurred at a young and tender age, when there seemed to be no healing granted; when the best I could do then was retreat and lick my wounds alone. There was no wise elder at my side, no sacred ceremony to mark the grief, no balm from the spirit realms. Just the aching silence of pain, and the quiet hope that one day, perhaps, I would understand why.
Since that time so long ago, I have also seen much vindication. This ability to witness what I have called “the coming around of the going around,” hasn’t been only in seeing karmic issues resolved for little slights, but for big wounds as well.
I’ve watched as Spirit, with its own perfect timing, allowed clarity and closure to emerge…sometimes years later, sometimes through unexpected channels. There is a strange and sacred justice to the Universe that rarely moves on our schedule, but always, always moves.
Justice. Yes, always in the end. But what of forgiveness?
It all shifted for me when I came to know the ‘big picture’ in the powerful prayer, “forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those that trespass against us.” These words are not just religious rote, but an energetic key to spiritual evolution. Continue reading
Reflections On Time…And The Timeless
During my morning walk with the dogs, I found myself nostalgically reflecting on a time in my life when “there was a place for everything, and everything in its place.”
As comforting as that kind of order once felt, I’ve shifted considerably in how I relate to time constraints in recent years.
Over the years, I’ve gathered a menagerie of many rescue dogs and cats who’ve taught me to prioritize what truly needs my attention and focus, and to stop “sweating the small stuff.”
A neighbor also recently reminded me, “Hay tiempo para todo.” There is time for everything.
The general approach to life in the Spanish town where I live is (sometimes annoyingly so!) very easygoing, with a shared belief that what doesn’t get done today will simply get done tomorrow.
You often hear the locals say, “Mañana,” with a smile, which seldom means “tomorrow.” It means, “Tomorrow is another day, so don’t stress, don’t rush, it’ll all get sorted in time.”
I’ve reflected on this often, and the quality of life enjoyed by most Spaniards is a testament to the fact that perhaps they’re doing something right? It is especially evident in family life still being a priority for people living here.
In our little town of around 8,000 souls, people still pause to smile and greet one another. I’m lucky to be able to converse with the locals in their own language, but I’ve also seen how warmly they respond to foreigners, especially those who are still finding their way with Spanish. There’s no judgment, just appreciation for the effort.