About this time I was getting quite engrossed in reading all I could about what the lines in hands mean. Some fellow told me that if I could read the lines in the hand I’d never make a mistake in love again. I was hooked!
It came about that with encouragement by my new gentleman friend Andris, an Adelaide based art dealer, who told me I was good enough to do it professionally and that I should contact the Adelaide Central Market manager, who at that time was a Michael Vaughn, and ask whether I could read palms there. As luck would have it, Michael thought it a great idea, so I set up my card table, 2 chairs and a gorgeous orange lamp vintage 1960s, that glowed like a crystal ball when lit, in front of Lucia’s Pizza Bar. For $10 a person could get their palm read. It caught on quickly and I felt privileged to be able to look in people’s hands, read the map of their life, help them understand themselves, and if they were open to it, suggest possible courses of action that would improve their life. In those years I read for people from 86 nationalities and from over 202 walks of life.
There are a couple of readings that still stand out today in my memory. One young lady, petite and slim, with shiny straight dark brown hair almost to her waist, asked whether a move to Melbourne would be good for her career. Initially I said that if she wanted to go, why not. Then asked her what it was that she did for a living. “Oh,” with a poker face she said: “I treat men like shit and get paid for it.” “Oh,” said I, “what does that entail?” She explained that she dressed all in black leather and cracked a whip over the backs of naked men who had to be on all fours like a dog, with a dog collar around their neck. The men got off on being humiliated. She said sex was never part of the deal. Just whipping them was.
Chinese people, men in particular, had one burning question only: “When will I be rich and how much will I have?” “Well,” said I, “depends on how hard you work, doesn’t it?” They were all gamblers who just wanted to make money at the gaming tables.
The Adelaide Central Market is opposite the law courts and people waiting for their case to be heard would loiter in the market, waiting their turn. One day an elderly man with his equally elderly lady friend came up and asked for a reading. He wanted to know how his case would pan out. Me being me, said: “Tell the truth and I hope you have a good lawyer.” You know, he looked like your average grandfather. I estimated his age at about 75. I looked in his hands and they showed a talent for talking and good practical thinking. Capable at every level. On every finger tip phalange (upper joint) and on the top thumb phalange there were deep crosses. I had never seen so many on hands. He asked what they meant. I had to admit that I didn’t know, but while he would be in the law courts I would find out and when he came back afterwards to finish the reading, I’d be able to tell him. Off they went. I studied my former teacher Peter Hazel’s palmistry book and got a shock. Thumb’s cross: violence, brute force; other fingers included robbery, cold-heartedness, tyranny, con-artist, devious and shrewd with money. Heck, what was I going to tell him when he returned? I thought to myself. He did return and asked what those crosses meant. I said: “Society doesn’t understand you.” “You’re right there!” he exclaimed. Then I quietly asked him what he’d been in the courts for and he said nonchalantly: “I was up for rape. Considering mi age I got 4 months, the judge reckons I should have got 4 years.” Another time I had a burly fellow sit down for a reading. His big hands showed great capabilities and I suggested possible career directions. At the end I asked him what he did do. “Well, since you ask,” he proudly said, “I’m Australia’s best diamond thief.” I couldn’t help myself, and asked why he did it. He responded that he had a million dollar gambling habit and he needed the money for his hobby. He went on to educate me about how normal people don’t even know the existence of the underworld that is going on right under their noses. How it operates with its own system.
I learnt so much about people while I read their hands. Most people want the same things in life: happiness, health and money. Some have a harder time than others to achieve their dreams, while others are born lucky. This discrepancy led me to study numerology whereby I found that there are certain birthdates that predestine a person to a rough trot through life, with frustration after frustration. And it echoes in the lines of their hands. Both these esoteric sciences complement each other.
I had the extraordinary opportunity to be on Jeremy Cordeaux’s 5DN Talk-back show one time when I was asked to read MP Dean Brown’s palms live on air, without him knowing this was going to happen. I looked at his palms and told him what I saw. He exclaimed in astonishment: “How did you know that? Right to the year!” I don’t know how I knew it, I just did. I’m grateful to Jeremy for having had this opportunity. It helped me business wise.
In my final year of being in the market one of my last clients turned out to be the President of the South Australian Psychologists’ Association. He told me I was very good at what I did, he couldn’t understand how I knew what I knew, and that I was a lot cheaper than they were. I asked how much they charged. “$180 an hour,” (1999) he said. “I got it for $20 from you.”
For those of you wanting to become a palm-reader it is a vocation, not a job. You need to really want to help people, be compassionate and understanding, non-judgemental, as people generally come to a palm-reader after they have exhausted every other avenue of help out there. In my 25 years now as a palm-reader I have learnt things that aren’t in any of the books, especially about health. I expect I will be a reader for the rest of my life.
P.S. currently (2017) I do esoteric readings on Thursdays at “Gypsy Rose” shop at 122 Semaphore Road, Semaphore, South Australia, from 11.30am – 4pm. if you’d like to see me. My business name is “KONNEKT-HEART-2-HEART” because that’s what I like to do.