If there is one time in my life where I could prove my abilities it would be around the time of the Boston Marathon bombing. Typically, I do not like reading on world events because I often feel helpless. I often have psychic dreams of future attacks, and honestly there’s nothing I can do about it other than ignore it and as a result I remember very few of these dreams; no one in power would believe a psychic. Anyway, as we all know the bombing happened on April 15th, 2013; because the nature of the job as a psychic, we were called into the Tearoom to work the following day. I will never forget Boston that day. The T was empty, except for a few brave souls; the streets – once filled with people – were empty. The armed forces at every major entryway and walking around downtown park street; Copley Square station was closed off. Boston, one of the busiest cities in the world had become practically a ghost town. Naturally, the work day was slow, but we were there for counsel for anyone that needed it.

 

To pass time, my co-workers and I would often read each other and play psychic games. One of these ‘games’ was to read on world events, jot it down in our journals and then revisit our interpretation later. It’s a tactic that can help you develop your abilities. At the time, and still to this day, I used the medieval scapini deck – a renaissance-based deck with a lot of symbolism and allegory. My co-worker/mentor at the time was reading with me and we were pulling cards on the marathon situation. Not to sound cocky, but in my opinion to really understand tarot and predicting, one must really understand some organic truths about the universe and I would like to think I have a good handle on these. Through this, I had pulled a specific card. I forget the question exactly, but I think we were just pulling to see what would come out at random – because nothing is ever random in this universe…

 

From the medieval scapini deck, I pulled the 8 of pentacles, in this deck, shows a young man, with crazy dark colored hair; on a ladder looking down at a palette of paint and painting a pentacle. Below him sits a woman with dark hair holding a baby in her hands. Instead of looking at the man, since at the time the bomber’s face was revealed and we were prying for more information; I looked directly at the woman and said out loud to my co-worker, ‘that there’s a woman attached to the bomb’.

 

I interpreted the baby the woman was holding as the bomb (as something she created) and the woman underneath the man as someone who may have controlled him in secrecy. Also the man on the ladder is painting a picture on a pentacle; perhaps painting a deception from what actually happened. At the time, I had just left it at that, since it’s just a game right?

Or so I thought…

 

 

A couple of days following this, my mom had nonchalantly asked me at dinner, if my co-workers at the tearoom and I had come up with any information psychically as I had told her on occasion we did this. I told her that we think there’s a woman attached to the bomb and while working on something a few days later and my mom was preparing dinner, I suddenly heard a loud “OH MY GOD!” from the kitchen. I ran down to see what the noise was about and turned to the TV; there was a news segment about a woman’s DNA found on the Boston bomb. The DNA was identified as Katherine Russell Tsarnaev. While there may have never been a full answer to this DNA of this woman; the publicized answer is that she handled the materials that the bomber used to make the bomb (baby).