In the course of my friend’s quest we sought out a psychic who’d been recommended by a columnist. This manghuhula used regular playing cards to read the future. We sat at a tableâ€”I was the designated note-takerâ€”and he shuffled the cards. He asked my friend to cut the deck, then he lay the cards on the table. “You used to live in Makati,” he told my friend, looking her straight in the eye. In a sort of trance, he described the house she’d grown up in, including its color, the color of the gate, and the stones leading up to the front door. Then, in similar detail, he described my friend’s mother.
“Wow,” my friend said, “You can see all that in the cards?”
“No,” the manghuhula replied, “Don’t you remember me? I was your houseboy in 1973!”
Emotional Weather Report, today in the Philippine Star.