I was studying Vedic astrology predictions at the time. I'm an occultist as occultism is truly fascinating. Vedic astrology is astrology based on one of the ancient Bibles of India, which can be more accurate than standard Sun astrology like you find in your local paper. I went for a reading from an astrologer I trusted. Nothing like a good horoscope prediction to make your day, nothing like a good horoscope prediction to brighten your mood, and there's nothing like a good horoscope prediction to give you direction. A bad horoscope prediction, like, your time is short or prepare for the worst or financially it is not a good time for you, can drive you insane. That's when the advice starts. That's when you start questioning it all. That's when you're belief is questioned. Do you still believe when things aren't going your way? That's a very Christian question, but faith and astrology go hand in hand. A bad reading, a bad horoscope will test your faith, to the max. Think of it this way, it's all a bunch of crap you've been feeding yourself, none of this is real. None of this is going to make a difference. Remember that time the horoscope was wrong, said you were going to get some money and you didn't. Or maybe it was right; it didn't say how much money. Maybe I found a nickel. Then it becomes an existential test of reality itself. Camus and Nausea at its best, nothing more, relax, nothing less, just a prediction gone bad by someone who makes money to tell you what you want to hear. But wait, if that was the case, why was the reading bad. Why did it say my life was about to face an upheaval? I certainly didn't want to hear that. Calm down, you tell yourself, trying to make sense of your now upside down world. Take a chill pill and a valium and any other pill you can find. Take a drink to, what does it matter now? Your whole world is about to come tumbling down like a quaking house of cards built in a pinhead after a strong gust of wind, the astrologer you trusted until now just told you so.
I guess its all vindicated in the end. It's enough to drive you mad. You trust the psychic, you don't trust the psychic. Maybe the psychic went psycho. In the end you go home and crawl beneath the covers but you can't sleep because you're waiting for everything to blow up in your face. Maybe this it, maybe this is the upheaval, you going crazy beneath the bedcovers while the whole world keeps spinning outside your bedroom door.

Vile if you ask me...

Vile... But the thing of it is, you get up the next day and you go on. You go back to work and you see the boss that gets on your nerves and you drink strong stale coffee and you avoid your sales meeting and you realize that horoscopes are only guides, their only maps to help you find your way, they don't spell doom or glory, they tell you what is likely to happen to you at certain points of time. You have to take it all with a grain of salt, if the horoscope is negative, it's not the time to invest in the stock market or make that bet, if it's positive then maybe it is. Looking at astrology that way, your faith is never tested, and its help becomes clear.