Session one

“I’m a white witch, you see….I cursed my sister and made her quite ill, which thrilled me immensely.” Said Carter Young. Carter kept looking out the window at the flecks of rain, running down the glass of my office window. Carter put her finger up to a raindrop and followed it downward to the window sill, tracing its path with her finger. “At least at first….”. Her voice trailed off in to a remorseful moan. “I lit 12 candles and cut the front claws off a dead raccoon to preform the ceremony. It was complex and I am not sure I could repeat it even now.” Carter atoned. “I used rosemary and thyme, and a dead dog’s skull and hemp twine.”

Her rambling seemed incoherent to me, Carter talked soft, low and steady though.

I must admit, she was unlike my other patients. Carter had a bewitching quality about her. Her mousy brown hair curled in spirals around her face. Carter was fascinating, unpretentious and unforgiving when she spoke. She was blunt to a fault, never laughed and rarely cracked a smile. So stoic, yet unsure of herself, of her power over people. Carter was thin, but not too thin. She was curvy and had child bearing hips. From my country, India, she would have been thought of as a rebel, with her black clothes and dark make up. Carter considered herself a self proclaimed Goth.

She wore the label with pride. Although I had seen her several appointment where we discussed her past, nothing really struck me as odd until today and the white witch confession.

Repeatedly, Carter referred to being a seven. As she described it….it had nothing to do with being a white witch, but of gifts greater than the ordinary human. She was a Pisces and admittedly evaluated or judged mere humans on their six sense capabilities and brain power to the supernatural side. She was gifted. Maybe even psychic. I asked her to evaluate me and this is what she said:

“Dr K.,” As she referred to me from my complex Indian name, “you were born in a lower caste of society, but your mother saw your strength and placed you in school anyways. It was a school for gifted children. She walked three miles to and from twice a day in order for your schooling to be completed. You graduated valedictorian and followed your dream to become a doctor of psychiatry in the US. You were offered many scholarships, but settled on Rice University because your cousin went there and family, although small was important to you. You were an only child to a widowed mother. You lived in poverty as a child and regretted not being able to bring your mother to US before her death in 2016, to enjoy the good life. You seek love but because you’re a workaholic, love surpasses you. You’re life is your work. You are married to psychiatry and she is lonely bedmate.”

I thought I would debunk her gifts by evaluation of me but instead it made me question her prowess.