Checking Out the Local Psychics (at a Dallas Fair)

When my friend Giselle asked me to check out the Dallas Psychic Fair with her, it was never a question of if I’d go but when I’d go. Just recently, I was finally able to make it. With a quick google search to checkout their website (and grab a coupon to the fair), all I really knew was their tagline: Spiritual growth through mind, body and soul connections. That didn’t give me a lot to go on, but since I’m fascinated by any kind of open-minded event or personal growth activity, I went anyway.

We entered into a large ballroom setup with different tables of handmade items and chairs circumventing the room. These chairs were set up with one-on-one sessions for psychic readings. After checking in, Giselle asked the woman who took our money how to go about choosing between them all. The woman told us to take our time walking around the room and just go with our gut to see which one was “pulling” us to them. I hadn’t come for a psychic reading (since I actually have one planned with the Jefferson psychic) but I was digging this fair already.

I mostly wanted to look at all the handmade jewelry, the mass amount of crystals, and the essential oil-based skin care. These assorted booths were all over and everyone was really friendly. Honestly, everyone was above and beyond nice about both Giselle and my questions. We didn’t know what orgonite, or lunar water, or channeled massages were. Or where the chakras were and what they meant. Or how to spell something. Or how to use a smudge stick. We asked a lot of questions. A lot of questions.

Across the room, we saw a food stand and went over to inspect. Everything looked very healthy, with fresh salads, vegan, gluten-free, and other specially baked goods. We decided to split a chocolate chip almond cookie, which was vegan and low carb. I’m not going to lie, it was very dry and bland. Haha! I’ve done my fair share of “healthy” baking and know it’s hard – that’s why I don’t bake as much now. But having a guilt-free cookie isn’t a bad way to spend a couple of bucks.

We lapped the outer rim of the room once again, and this time Giselle spotted her reader. He was an older fellow, cherub-cheeked, and looked like he’d know how to knit you a sweater. His name was Michael Runningbear. Giselle checked his availability (he had an opening in ten minutes) and decided she was going to go ahead and do it. Why not? She had a couple of questions she could ask and hell, we were at a psychic fair for some reason, right?

I sat awkwardly at the empty table next to Giselle as she got her reading, for anyone wondering. Having to half-listen to the irritable psychic who had graciously let me sit, but then wanted to mutter under her breath about how she most likely wouldn’t be back next month. Talk about bad energy. Giselle was five feet away and in a completely different world. Runningbear was reading her vibe and letting her draw the Tarot cards to give insight to her future. She came away a little awed. (Just like my mom if you’ll remember. Are psychics really real? I’ve got two people close to me who are now believers.)

Some homemade soaps from Moonlights Apothecary had caught my eye just before the reading, so once Giselle (who was anew woman) was finished, we checked out that booth. The owner, Jordyn, let us know what each one was made with and the intention behind it. She had spelled its energy on a certain focus. I bought two soaps, one because it smelled so freaking amazing and one because it smelled great and was on sale. Please don’t read anything into the “meaning” behind my purchase. Ha.

Overall, it was a great experience! We learned a lot, opened up our minds, made plans to work on ourselves (Giselle with her path in life, me with my skin care). The world will never cease to delight and inspire me. I’ll never possibly explore every unique and interesting facet.

The Spooky Ooky Side of Jefferson

Since I’ve been sharing my trip in Jefferson on the blog, and today is Friday the 13th (Oooh), I thought it’d be a great opportunity to share with y’all the spookier side of Jefferson, TX! And um, my very own ghost experience while staying in this “sweet” little town. Boo!

One of the ways my mom first pitched this trip to me was by saying it was one of Texas’s most haunted towns – but then she wanted nothing to do with them of course! She made sure to book us the room that “wasn’t” haunted, even though we stayed in between the “most” haunted rooms in the Excelsior. Haha!

While shopping around town in one of the boutiques, we started talking to the store owner, Madame Claire and she asked if we were interested in having her doing a tarot reading. She explained she’d been doing it since she was sixteen, and she’d always been real good at being an “empath” and reading people. It was out of my budget, but I really urged my mom to do it so we could see a psychic in action.

After some hesitation and more shop browsing, my mom caved as long as I could go in with her. Madame Claire said that was fine, just cautioned me to try and calm any emotions I’d bring into the session. She took us into this (cute, honestly) side room where she brought down her cards and tried to relax my mom. While this new age stuff was totally my vibe, my mom was much more cautious about “messing where you don’t need to be messing.”

Let’s just say by the end, both me and my mom were super impressed. Not only did Madame Claire describe my mom and her major life stressors completely, she also sensed my dad’s personality and talked about a possible new growth to strengthen the tight bond they already had. We were so impressed, I almost thought about blowing my budget and seeing what she had to say for my cards. Spooky!

Later that night it was time for the Ghost Walk. This involved a walking tour, where the guide led us around for four whole hours and told us all the death and murder stories of the town’s history, including which sites had the most “activity” – haha!

Since it’s such an old (and well-preserved) town, there’s a lot of good stories on the record. Plus some parts of it just look scary. It was on this tour that we were asked about the Jefferson Hotel lobby, and well…

Our first night in town, we grabbed dinner in this little Italian restaurant, which was connected to the lobby of another old hotel, the Jefferson Hotel. After dinner, we were walking through the lobby and spotted an antique phone booth, with actual separate mouth and ear pieces. It was cute so I told my mom I’d grab a picture of her posing with it.

She picked it up, me instructing her to pretend she was using it, and I even asked her if we could make a call. But there was no dial tone. So she puts the receivers back and we’re about to head out on our merry way, when it rings. RINGS! The phone that didn’t have a dial tone, was then ringing! I told my mom to answer it (I’m too curious), but of course my mom did not want to do that. Just as I convinced her to pick it up – after three rings – she reached for it and the ringing stopped. Listening to it again, this time she heard just static white noise. And by that point was very much ready to leave!

So, no, no actual ghost sightings in the small old town of Jefferson. But maybe we were getting a call from…beyond? Oooh! I just love scary stories – I wish I’d been the one close to the ghost phone. Ha!