Good Old Frank

So I did a name reader gig the other day.  A casino party. Those are pretty crazy if I do say so myself. This was just at some dude’s house, and he had like… tables for black jack dealers, poker dealers (texas hold ’em) and a roulette thinger.  The boss guy gave everyone tokens to start with and if you ran out you could keep going if you were ok using your own money.

It’s not always done like that though. Sometimes it is done for charity or sometimes it’s just people playing poker just for fun.

Anyway… so I show up with my books and my cards. I get a dealer’s table which is just perfect. I put out my little sign and wait for people to come and get their name read.

I get people right away, that’s always a good sign. I can smell the alcohol, so it means people are going to be more receptive, another good sign.  I read about ten people and each of them all started off the same way. Grinning. They grin at me as I start… their first letter: “oh yeah! that’s totally me!” and so on, and by the time I reach their last letter their grin has turned into a look of mildly freaked out amazement.  Because the funny thing about Name Reading is that it is incredibly accurate.  We do it merely for entertainment purposes of course, but we’re kind of like a magician. Spiriting out of people all that affects them and the influences that sway them.

One woman was so thoroughly impressed she brought her husband (ok dragged her husband) to my table. “This is my husband Frank! You HAVE to do him! Frank let the reader read your name… it’s amazing.”

Frank already looked thoroughly unimpressed. “I think this is bullshit.” he said to me.

I laughed. “You do huh?”

“I do.” he admitted. “There is nothing about me that you could possibly know. No doubt it’s just obscured madness like a horoscope.”

“Oh is that what you think?” I said, pulling a Name Reader book out of my little book box.

“That’s right, I need to know the facts before you can even attempt pull the wool over my eyes. I need to see some results.” he crossed his arms and gave me his shrewdest look.

I was nodding the whole time he was speaking. “Mhmm, mhmm. Frank… ” I said, “that is your name, correct?”

“Yeah my name’s Frank.” he replied.

“OK Frank, I want you to find the letter F in this book. Each letter sympathizes with 3 different influences. I want you to read to me the last influence for the letter F.”

Frank flipped through the book, “The last one?” he asked for re-verification.

“Yes please.” I replied.

“Influenced by………. results.” and the way he said the last word, I knew he was truly shocked.

“Aren’t you? You said so yourself.” I said smiling.

“Well, yeah, I mean… but… it’s just, how could… ” he shook his head. “That’s amazing! What else is there?”

So Frank and I sat down and talked all about who Frank was in relation to his name. As the reading went on he became more and more silent. Most people say virtually nothing while I read a name. They don’t want to accidentally tip their hand. Frank of course, was no different. By the end of it all he said exactly what everyone else says “That was really interesting. Thank you.” He had definitely been humbled.

Frank’s wife purchased a book. A few others did as well. Most people seem to enjoy the novelty of simply having themselves read. But I do occasionally meet a person that becomes inspired to be a Reader. They see the adventure in it and the possibilities. Imagine being able to show someone their strengths simply by knowing their name? It’s truly a wonderful calling.

The rest of the evening went relatively uneventful. Frank had accumulated a huge crowd after his stalwartly performance. When he was done I had a line up around the room of people wanting to get their names read.

Some people will actually break down and cry because they have never felt so understood.

Name Reading.  It’s the best job in the world 🙂

 

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