Last week at work, a friend and I were discussing an acquaintance of mine in Russia: a “seer.” I had been introduced to the seer last summer by someone who swore by her talents and “influence,” even from far away. I was feeling some unwanted (and uncomfortable) sway, so my friend and I took a walk in Little Saigon. As I was vividly imagining the seer forgetting all about my existence, a woman approached me on the street and screamed in my ear: “YOU BELONG TO ME!” Her hateful shriek made my head go momentarily numb on the side that faced her. Back at work, my friend and I, feeling a bit incredulous and shaken, discussed witches, amulets, tarot cards and runes, and I Googled a famous psychic from Seattle who I had met ages ago…to find that she had died in 2013. When I got home that same day, on my porch was a package from Louisiana sent by a perfume company called MojoMagique; it was filled with fragrances called Magique, VooDooChild, PixieRose and…SEER.1 Guess which one I opened and tried first…
