When my father returned from World War II, I was sent to attend a Roman Catholic orphanage school. It was a frightening place for a seven year old boy, but it's also where my innate inner wisdom, the very reason I am on this earth, emerged in a magical moment.
One day, we were lined up for lunch. The nuns barked out orders as if we were in the army. "Forward, march! Stand at ease!" We stood at strict attention as the boy at the head of the queue turned and raised his hand to ensure silence for the head nun. My mind's eye was instantly drawn in and transported to a place where vision upon vision were transposed onto his hand. I watched in awe as his life unfurled with a quick flash of pictures and swirling colours. I felt a surge of emotion and joy as I saw him with a white flower in his buttonhole. The movie blipped forward to when he was older, heavier, with small children. I felt his humour, love, anxiety, worry, deep grief and pride…all the emotions of his life revealed to me in mere seconds. I was stunned. I stood with my bony knees quaking. I was both confused and upset by what I saw. The strange thing is, this lad who had switched me on was named Hobbs, which in medieval English meant small devil or sprite. Exactly what my mother thought of my earlier visions.
This was my turning point. These children, who used to ignore me, would now line up on the playground to have me read their hands. I could visualize future careers, self image, family… all worries would be exposed to me. Suddenly, I, a scrawny, malnourished, unloved and ugly child, when switched on, was the playground celebrity.
My superstar status did not sit well with the nuns. The head nun pulled me by my ear into her office, locked the door and smugly demanded me to read her palm. I was terrorized by these black cloaked creatures, who shrieked curses at us, but I saw her life in her palm and through a shaky voice told her she had been in a bad relationship with a violent man who left her when the baby was born dead. She had come to the convent to find peace and solace.
She was momentarily dumb struck, her trembling hands thrust into her mouth as her eyes bulged at me. When she regained her composure, she promptly thrashed me with a stick. The beating did not stop my innate gift.
I have been reading palms for the last fifty years, hand prints sent to me from all over the world. One of my most intriguing memories is when I read hands to raise money for children at a special school in Essex county in England some 25 years ago. I do not remember faces but I never forget a hand. Among the people lined up for a reading, was an old school colleague, now as she told me, a popular actress.
She took my card and I promised to read for a few of her friends. One evening, she picked me up in a sleek, posh car and as we were driven out in the wilds of Essex, she asked if she could blindfold me. I was surprised but complied. The blindfold was removed as we arrived at a luxurious estate with landscaped grounds. As we entered, I noticed that the oak panelled hall was almost as big as my whole house!
The people inside were a mix of royalty, the rich and famous. Some I recognised and many I did not. One fancy woman introduced herself, wagging a diamond on her finger as big as my eyeball. I could never imagine such wealth and ostentation in my wildest dreams.
As the evening continued, I met a beautiful young woman with a shy smile and read her palm. The evening ended and I was again blindfolded for my journey home. I have been asked many times what I said to the shy lady that was to become Princess Diana, but the confidentiality of the psychic is no different to the promise of the priest and the psychiatrist, for a good psychic is a good deal of both. I will only say her hand showed she suffered from anxiety and worried what others thought of her. But it also showed a feminine sensitivity which she viewed as a detriment. I thought it was a lovely feature.
I have never spoken at length of Diana's readings, although at my talks I do show some famous hand-prints if they are relevant. Palmistry is often associated with gypsies and other charlatans, and this is unfortunate. As a skilled reader, I can reach into a soul and enumerate the difficulties seen, and offer advice. Most of my job is counselling. Your current rung on the ladder is the most important even though many want to view their future. You hold your entire life right in your hand.
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T. Stokes is a palmist who lives in Norfolk, England.