Have You Ever Been to a Psychic?

Up until my New York City trip with my friend Katie earlier this month, my answer would have been no – I had never been to a psychic nor had any desire to go to one. I have several friends that love going to them for fun and while it sounded like a cool experience, it never interested me enough to actually go see one. (I did accompany my mom to see one on the Atlantic City boardwalk several years ago, but I didn’t actively participate).

However, something hit me in New York and when another friend of mine we were having drinks with mentioned she was going to one who was insanely overbooked – I got more intrigued. I had a few prerequisites – I didn’t want to go to a cheesy, $5 psychic, I wanted to go to a good, reputable one, which I knew meant spending a pretty penny. At my asking for a recommendation for another good psychic, ,my friend Katherine reached out to one of her other friends for a psychic recommendation, and she suggested Dante.

He was highly rated and was nothing but professional. Katie and I decided “what the heck, when in NYC right”? So we reached out to Dante asking for tarot card readings for both of us before we left. Somehow he was able to squeeze us in, albeit, at 10:30pm on a Sunday night, which we hurriedly and excitedly booked.

We both loved the experience. Obviously, Katie and I are both under no illusions that we’ll take Dante’s predications completely literally, but I was pretty amazed at how spot-on he was about several things in my life. And things that he would have had NO idea about prior to meeting me. I was also purposefully more stoic and not talkative as to not “give anything away”. Things I hadn’t even told Katie yet, he brought up directly.

Katie’s experience was the same. We were pretty speechless for various card readings from each other’s session. Dante allows his customers to bring a scribe to write down their tarot card readings (no recordings allowed). I still flip through the notes Katie took during my session and chuckle and marvel at it.

Would I go see Dante again? You bet.