Cairns fortune teller reveals my doomed romance

I spent $70 on a psychic reading, only to learn my dating life doesn’t magically improve after 40. So… should I just give up now?

News Corp reporter Emma Cam.

I spent $70 on a psychic reading, only to learn I meet the love of my life only for him to die at 65. Yes, 65.

Should I just give up now?

I think most people can relate when they reach that point in their lives when they’re willing to consider anything to get a clear answer or reassurance about the direction they’re taking.

Whether you’re like me — pushing 40, single, no kids, no mortgage, and still wondering if you classify for adulthood. (Surely not).

But let’s get back to the overly honest Cairns psychic. Picture: iStock.

Or perhaps you’re still in your 20s wondering if it makes more sense later in life (spoiler alert: it doesn’t get better).

But the question remains – what actually qualifies us as a grown-up?

Because apparently, my qualifications include: Buying fancy candles but never lighting them because I don’t want to waste them.

Saying “I deserve this” every time I buy an $8 coffee.

Still calling my mum for help the second I hit a minor inconvenience.

That said, my mum is my person and that will never change.

But the level of delulu I reached this month? Astronomical.

I’m talking waving a sage stick around the house to banish the ghost of a boyfriend’s past, lining the front door with salt to keep bad vibes out.

And polishing an old horseshoe to hang for good luck.

I’m talking waving a sage stick around the house to banish the ghost of a boyfriend’s past, lining the front door with salt to keep bad vibes out. Picture: iStock

This all peaked earlier this month when my socials were flooded with girls posting videos about entering the “Lion’s Gate Portal” for 2025 – apparently the time to manifest, but honestly sounding more like a cult meeting.

Even the skeptics in my life were going full Practical Magic, burning homemade “sage” sticks (aka Italian seasoning from the pantry) and writing hexes on bay leaves to curse their exes.

I drew the line there. But you do you.

Although I can’t throw too much shade – teenage me once bought a “book of spells” and spent hours casting strange spells in my bedroom that I was convinced were working.

I blame the ‘Light as a feather’ craze at school; we got the idea from the movie The Craft, where everyone was trying to levitate their friends.

But let’s get back to the overly honest Cairns psychic.

I don’t know what got into me – maybe boredom, existential dread or just the fact I’ll do almost anything for my friends.

And yes, that naturally includes going to a psychic who came highly recommended.

This is the first thing she said to me – “You’ll make a fool of yourself soon. It’s how you will learn.”

Well, thanks babe but making a fool of myself is just part of my daily life.

Seventy bucks later, here’s what I found out:

Travel is on the cards for me, but I should only travel with a man (my bags will remain unpacked).

I say do whatever makes you feel good — whether it’s hobby horsing, IRL quidditch or yelling affirmations at your houseplants. Picture: iStock

I’ll be married by 45 (exciting) but he’ll die before he turns 65 (less exciting).

And, you guessed it – she said I’ve picked a few walking red flags in my time, but I will be a happy, healthy and successful person until the ripe old age of 90.

But here’s my question to you, my faithful reader.

Why do we keep looking for life’s answers in a stack of cards, a puff of sage smoke, or a crystal moonbathing on the windowsill?

Don’t get me wrong, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with it.

I say do whatever makes you feel good – whether it’s hobby horsing, IRL quidditch or yelling affirmations at your houseplants.

But maybe, just maybe, the universe is waiting for us to make the call — for ourselves.

I’m the kind of person who likes to find something positive from each experience.

But aside from a funny story, not sure there’s anymore ‘takeaways’ from this psychic.

Still, please correct me if I am wrong.

Are you out manifesting your dream life, or accidentally making it worse?

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Originally published as Cairns fortune teller reveals my doomed romance