About Nadi Astrology (& all fortune tellers)

June 28, 2017

First things first.
I’m a believer. Definitely more Mulder than Scully.

I’ve been to dozens & dozens of tarot readers, palm readers, psychics, intuitives, channelers, and the like all my life. I just love that stuff.

Most recently, my mom went to India and heard about Nadi astrology. That’s where they look at your fingerprints, and then head back into their “library” to find palm leaves with your specific life story on it.

Yes, you read that right.
They have a palm leaf for every human living in the world and all who have ever lived!

What happens is there’s an initial question answer period, where they are flipping thru palm leaves (that only they can decipher) stating things like, “you have three kids, one boy and two girls.”

You are to answer yes or no.
If the answer is no, they go to the next leaf and start again.

The goal is to get something like four yeses. Then that is your leaf with your destiny on it.

They will even read out specific things like the names of your parents, spouse, & kids from the leaf! Even if you’re from Japan! It’s a mindfuck. (I wasn’t there but my mom told me so. And later I saw youtube videos of the process.)

When I heard about this, I went to the nearest Michael’s to buy an inkpad. Pasted my fingerprints onto a piece of paper, scanned it, and texted it to my mom. She promptly went to the local Nadi guy the next day.

The cost was only like ten american dollars. There are many chapters of your life that you can order, costing more money, or you can simply get a general reading.

There are also cures to fix what ails you, according to my google search. Things like go to these temples and do these poojas.

As you can imagine, my life information was eerily accurate. There were no cures offered, maybe my mom didn’t ask. I’m glad.

For a couple months, I totally became obsessed with nadi astrology (nearly every believer does if you watch youtube videos and read blogs). Some people even move to India and change their whole lives, becoming more spiritual.

I consumed everything I could about the subject, even read an obscure enthusiastic book written by a well known Indian fighter pilot.

I thought of getting a repeat nadi reading through one of the online ways, which cost considerably more than in India. I really wanted to hear more about my destiny and how I can fix my issues.

Luckily, that fever went away with a few months time. I regained my senses.

Fortune telling is like magic. There are tricks behind the curtain that we cannot see, but once seen, it fails to amaze us any longer.

Because if it truly worked, these guys would all be running the world as billionaires. Instead, the readers are regular simple indian folks doing it as a job.

Nadi is an illusion. They perfected cold reading techniques and mask it behind a veil of secrecy and palm leaves. (I have no idea how they do it, nor do I know how famous magicians do their thing.)

The typical fortune telling process, no matter the form, is all the same.

What everyone is hoping to hear are some encouraging things, like you will be rich and destined for greatness.

When will things improve, you ask.

The fortune teller will usually wince, because he cannot answer this question, and say the typical answer of two to three years. He’s hoping that’s enough of a time for you to change your own life. Or you’ll forget about all of this and won’t bug him by then.

What about all the bad things, you ask. Is there anything you can give me right now?

Just like modern day witch doctors, with proper degrees and training, they will hand you a prescription. Take this thing. Pray here. Do that other thing.

Don’t get me wrong.

I’m not saying this is a bad thing at all. On the contrary. If there wasn’t a big mystery ordeal behind the process, we would not believe.

Because belief is a poweful thing. Belief can cure what ails you. Change your whole destiny. Power of the subconscious mind. Belief heals for real. Otherwise known as placebo effect.

And these folks, I assume, are well meaning. Just like regular doctors and healers, there are some good and some bad. There are ripoff artists in every field (medicine, used cars, contractors, and fortune tellers). There are also well meaning folks genuinely hoping to help change your life.

The fortune teller knows that he’s simply the middle man in your life, the placebo.

You know what?
I love placebos. They’re my favorite things.

As a matter of fact, I take two handfuls of placebos, in the form of various pills and liquids, each morning and evening. If I go too many days without em, I start to feel sick.

In poor places like India, where conditions are not the best, these folks are the equivalent of doctors, therapists, and life coaches. So they work with these types of faith based placebos.

The cure has no side effects. Other than some money, which you would spend on things anyways, time, and effort.

People in India already pray and go to temples. If they do a specific ritualistic prayer and make an offering to the gods, their mind will start to believe in its powers.

Your liver isn’t going to have toxic side effects, like with prescription drugs, because you went to a distant temple to pray. (Side effects are also placebos, just negative ones, which they put at the end of their drug ads, reinforcing that negative belief within us.)

I remember going to a locally well known muslim psychic in India, about 16 years ago. I was more skeptical then.

He told me my good future fortune, and offered a special golden talisman I can wear around my neck with a special prayer note inside it to ward off evil eyes. He then sent us to his preferred jeweller.

I wore the thing for a while, the whole time not believing in it.


Mainly because when he recommnded a specific jeweller, he broke the spell and woke up my inner skeptic. I assumed he got kickbacks for sending his customers there. He should’ve left us to find our own jeweller.

Also he was Muslim, and even though I was raised Hindu, I was practically Atheist back then. So that also worked against him. Believing his faith, since he used his holy books to predict my fortune, was too many hurdles for my subconscious mind to jump.

Ignoring all I said above, the
real thing I want to share today is that we are creators of our own lives. We create according to our belief.

Most of us don’t believe that yet, so we take prescription or sugar pills, roll around the ground and prostrate ourselves, so that our mind believes the power is outside us.

We all could change our lifes for the better just by our own unwavering faith and belief. Since that seems too easy, we rely on things that take a bit of effort to do.

Even though I intellectually understand all of this, I still carry crystals and gemstones, take my tonics, and ask for help from the fairies and the Archangels. I even take the rare advil to cure what ails me.

As a matter of fact, I’m having a feng shui specialist come into our home to check the chi and offer various cures. I’m a big believer in this art form.

And I suppose I will continue to visit various seers & healers in the future as they come into my life.

Whatever it takes to believe!

(The idea for this post was inspired by Anatomy of a Healing by Norman Cousins and Placebos by Seth Godin. Secret of the Ages by Robert Collier. Permission Slips by Bashar. And finally, thank you Abraham-Hicks for enlightening me.)