Dena and Jacqui hit the Nadi Reader!

I've never been to a medium, psychic, reader or clairvoyant. Have I ever wanted to go? Yeah for sure, but I have never really been moved the way I was this past Monday when my mom, me and my aunt Dena were sitting in one of Kuala Lumpur's most bustling Starbucks having a chit chat.

My mom had been to readers before but from what I have heard, nothing compared to her experiences with Indian Nadi readers. She was fortunate enough to experience a reader in Bangalore and New Delhi.

Nadi readers come from India. These readers have been trained to read ancient leaves that contain every bit of detail of an individuals life. From love to money, the present and the past it is all there!

After hearing about my mom's experiences my Aunt Dena and I were more then willing to go. A friend of ours in KL, got in touch with us that particular nigh,t and said he had just finished with his reading with a reader who was visiting from Chennai and boy was it profound.

That was it, Aunt Dena and I had heard enough and we decided it was time to experience the awe of a Nadi reader for ourselves. We told our friend we were interested, he called the place and like that we were booked to see the Nadi reader on Thursday Feb 1.

The morning we left I could not help but to feel a sense of excitement. I felt giddy, it was almost as though I knew in my heart something positive would come about as a result of this reading.

When we arrived in KL we were greeted at Mega Mall by our two friends Peter and Jin. Peter had already had his reading, and Jin was scheduled for the following week, so it was just Dena and I who were rearing and ready to go!

The closer we got to the Nadi reader's place, the more nervous I began to feel. That afternoon mom looked over at me and Dena in the car and said,

" You excited?"

I shook my head as no words could truly clarify how I was feeling. Aunt Dena on the other hand said she felt normal.

When we walked into the temple, we were greeted by an elderly man who asked us to sit down. We introduced ourselves, made some chit chat and then he asked us for the finger print on our left hand. Aunt Dena went first, she was calm, cool and collected. Me on the other hand, I was shaking like a leaf!

I swear I could hear every swoop of the minute hand as we waited to hear what was to happen next. We gabbed for a bit, but I wasn't truly interested, I was to excited to meet the man who would tell me more about my life.

"July 16th, 1984?"

My heart skipped a beat as I thought,

"That's me!"

I arose from my chair, and so did my mom, and we followed the man into a tiny back room.

"My name is Kumar," he said in a thick Indian accent. "This is how it will all works, I will go through this bundle of leaves and ask you a series of questions, please respond with a simple yes or no."

I shook my head to nervous to respond and watched as Kumar sat down and began. He spoke Tamil as he shuffled through the aged looking leaves. About a dozen or so leaves into the pile I began to feel a wave of disappointment that my leaf may not be there until suddenly he told me about my father, my step father, my mom and my sisters. I was blown away and settled in to hear the rest of my mystical future that was recorded on a simple cassette tape.

In total my reading was an hour. At the end I was given the tape, and the assured blessings that I would be prayed for in India by some people who would be praying to Lord Ganesha. It meant a lot to me.

Unfortunately for my Aunt Dena her leaf was not there. She said she was a little disappointed but all a long she had the feeling.

We left KL that night in silence all in utter amazement that fragments of my life story were written on leaves that came from India!