NOLA Chic Tarot Card Palm Reading

NOLA Chic’s 1st Tarot Card Reading on Bourbon St

My niece and I decided to do “Bourbon St” after dinner, and as we walked down the always busy famous street, she noticed a woman, a Gypsy, sitting at her “workstation” which composed of a small table covered with a table-cloth, burning candle incense. She was finishing up a couple who gave her an embrace before leaving, she smiled and thanked them, and that’s when my niece recognized her. The woman’s smile had a few missing teeth, but she wore it well lol.

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Tarot Card Table

My niece ran into her in Jackson Square over a year ago on her way home late one night. She was upset with her boyfriend, and the woman approached her offering a free reading after noticing her tear-stained face, but we would realize her reading would bear some truth to it.

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Tarot Table in Jackson Square

The next moment my niece pulled me to the woman’s station to show off her baby bump. Her first reading with her would reveal one of her tarot cards would tell of her being a new mom and here she was pregnant not even four months later. They exchanged pleasantries, and my niece asked her to read and to try to convince me by rubbing her new baby bump, which I thought was just luck on the Tarot readers part, plus anyone could have guessed that a young woman crying over her boyfriend in the middle of the French Quarters was either PMS’s or pregnant lol. She pressed on, “Give her a try, she been out here all day trying to make some money in this hot sticky city. Plus, she’s the real deal.” I thought to myself; she’s so much of the real deal that she hasn’t made money to get her mouth fixed and she’s working on Bourbon St with the rest of the hustlers… The Gypsy added, “How about I read you for free, honey?” I finally agreed and was surprised as you will hear..

Being a New Orleanian, I have been asked beaucoup times not only about but if I do Voodoo?? Do I know anyone who does Voodoo?? At times I was told that all New Orleans people practice Voodoo, it used to piss me off and anger me, but I have written it off as ignorance.

It took for me to educate myself on Voodoo, well there’s a refined version called Hoodoo, and neither is what people think. It’s not this scary dark pin poking doll hocus pocus the type of witchery going on, but it’s a form of religion as any other religion.

Voodoo is a religion with origins in Africa and Haiti but not how the media shows it. I’m still learning, going into the real shops, talking to others who hide behind their beliefs, because of fear of judgment from us. But as with religion, there’s so much to learn. I’m in the beginning stages, but I will make a blog about what I learned so far.

If you frequent Bourbon St, you probably have seen this lady, but tell me you think of my session and your take on this topic on Voodoo???

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Tarot Card Reading on Bourbon St


Native of New Orleans, who endured 20yrs cruel Minnesota Cold, I decided at 42yrs old it was time to pack up my then 6yr old and come back to my roots. I am all things that would challenge the belief of growing up in New Orleans. I was a 16yr old teen mother of a preterm 2lb baby girl born with a disability. With the help of my mother who had her own struggles. We survived the obstacles laid before us. I'm the proud mother of three children with two failed adoptions, as well as a grandmother of three, two grandsons and a granddaughter. I survived two abusive marriages. I successfully ran a soulfood restaurant and catering company in Minnesota for 12 years. I started creating custom cakes after the murder of my beloved cousin Melvin Paul.  He survived Katrina only to go to Minneapolis six months later to be murdered over a parking spot dispute.  I put my all into my cake business over the years as House of Cakes was started right out of my house in honor of him. I thought by having the big house on the hill, a husband, having a family, foster/adoptive mother at that, being involved in all things that matter, plus having the funds to match would cure me in a sense; but most of it poisoned my heart and soul. I had a broken heart and I felt deep down the only way to repair it was to get back to my roots, my soul, my home,  myself, my New Orleans. I'm here and I'm loving it. Even being in the so called Blighted Area of New Orleans and not having all the financial and material security, I'm happy. I am determined that She, yes New Orleans is a woman is just like me; together we will overcome and will rise from all that tried to kill our spirit. Nothing like starting from the bottom and making your way back up! I'm down in the boot, but I know I have a nice floppy hat awaiting my destiny...

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