Recently, another author made me aware of the unique features writers carry in the lines of their hands. Of course, this opens up an entire discussion about whether the ancient mysteries of palm reading hold any truths about our inner selves and the path we're meant to follow in this life. How is it possible that even in utero, before the movement of the hands have created patterns of folds, thes
e lines are visible?
Each February when I was young, I'd go to the annual Psychic Fair with my sister. We'd spend the entire day in the realm of the supernatural. Palm readings, tea leaves--you name it, we did it. I remember being fifteen, laying my hands on the black velvet in front of me and screaming inside, hoping she would say the man I would marry looked exactly like my high school crush. I can't remember much about the reading, we lost the sheet of notes my sister furiously scribbled as she spoke, but I do remember Carson Bell wasn't in my future.
In sixth grade, I made a project of studying palmistry, complete with a hokey demonstration--crystal ball and all--of me reading my teacher's palm. He'd Xeroxed his hand several weeks earlier for me to study, and the reading came out remarkably accurate. What happened after put an end to my curiosity.
After I'd nailed almost everything about my first "subject", the remainder of the class would ask me over and over to read their palms. I'd learned a little, enough to be freaky dangerous with the knowledge, and enough to know when not to say anything at all. One day a boy named Kevin asked me to read his palm while we were waiting in the milk line at lunch. Standing there, the pungent smell of corn chips smothered in chili wafting through the narrow hall, I saw the life line on both his hands were cut short. Judging from my sparse experience, in his twenties. The inevitable question most people ask when offering their hands is, "How long am I going to live?"
Kevin asked. It was the first life line I'd seen that didn't wrap around the thumb's mount, the completion of a long life stretched to the wrist. I didn't know what to say, so I replied, "I can't tell you." For six more years, through the halls of jr. high and high school, I'd encounter him from time to time and he'd hollar across a crowded throng of students, "How long?" with a smile on his face. It had become a running joke to him. To me, not so funny.
Today, I'll look at my own. I consider it a project in self-discovery, but I won't look at the palms of others. Maybe the metaphysical types are more highly evolved than I am at looking into the future and holding secrets I'm not sure we have a right to know, but when I hold the hands of family members, I never look. Some things are better left unknown.
And Kevin? Sadly, I don't know what happened to him. I'm hoping when my twentieth reunion comes around, I'll find him, alive and well. If not-if by some cosmic mapping I still don't understand his life was cut short-I'll know I gave him nothing more than the knowledge most of us carry. Not knowing. How differently he might have led his life if I'd blurted out in eleven year old ignorance that he wouldn't make it to adulthood. Would he have embraced life or lived in fear? A small stone dropped into his pond in sixth grade could have changed everything.
So I stay with the safe in this post. The pursuit of self-awareness. If you're a writer, here's what to look for:
~Mercury and Jupiter fingers with rounded tips signify creativity.
~The Apollo (artistry), Mercury (communication) and Luna (dreams, creativity) mounts should be pronounced.
~The "writer's fork" is found at the end of a drooping Head line indicates literary talent. Usually medium-sized.
~A small cross (X) on the Mercury mount is also known as a "writer's cross"
The dominant hand reflects those abilities that are closer and more prounounced in your nature.
Check out the comments section for which of these I have and post your own...
e lines are visible?
Palmistry is an interesting art. One thing I learned some time ago was that the lines on peoples' hands change, so the reading results you obtain now may not apply ten years down the road. It all depends on what choices you make in your life.
L.A., may you have a wonderful Christmas with your family and friends, looking forward to a creative, healthy and prosperous New Year.
Barbara
I have a "writer's fork" on both hands. I've heard if the upper part of the fork extends upward, you're more structured and organized in your writing, but I couldn't verify that tidbit, other than to say that captures me perfectly.
I also have long, rounded Mercury and Jupiter fingers and have the "writer's cross" on my right hand.
What about you?
LA, I'm a little late to wish you Merry Christmas (just one day, though), but Merry Christmas anyway! And Happy New Year, too.
This was an interesting post. You should do another sometime and flesh (cheap pun) out the details. Now if only I could find my next story in my hands, or can I? What do you think?
this is great, thx lam 😀
have to look at it more closely asap....
Barbara...isn't that interesting about how the lines change? Thanks so much for the well-wishes. Back at ya 🙂
Rick...if your next story is in your hand, remind me to never shake it. Something terrifying might bite me.
laughinwolf...let us know what you see.