Forget palm reading. The latest buzz at the shop is foot reading, and I am here for it. I’ve been saying for years that this would have its day in the sun, but everyone pooh-poohed the idea, despite the fact that I’m the most accurate psychic this side of Daylesford (which, as everyone knows, is the occult capital of Victoria).
I’m not sure why people thought it was so far-fetched, honestly. I get that some people aren’t keen on feet, but I’ve never been able to figure out why. Maybe they’ve been exposed to particularly smelly feet at some point in their lifetime, perhaps even during a reading. To that, I say this: where do you think people’s hands have been that’s so much cleaner than inside a shoe?
Let’s be honest; most people that come in here aren’t hand washing aficionados. If anything, they’re more likely to be doing foot care treatments. Near Cheltenham lies the beach, and near the beach you’ll find people sporting thongs and sandals. That being the case, you can be sure that a higher-than-usual proportion of the local population are taking care of their tootsies in one way or another.
I’m not saying everyone’s a slave to podiatry, but they’re not letting their feet go to fungal infections and… I don’t know, ingrown toenails. Especially not the kind of people who’d come to a tarot shop for a foot reading. These people are conscious, embodied citizens of the cosmos, for crying out loud, and they’re not going to bring you their food ailments.
Even if they did, it wouldn’t be the end of the world, because it would immediately give you a clear read you could use as a springboard into their deep psyche. That’s the thing I’ve been saying: feet are much more telling than hands, at least on some level. If hands are the definition of consciousness expressing itself, then feet are the unconscious expressing itself.