There’s something comforting about putting your faith in the heavens and asking for guidance from the Gods. Though my background has made me over-skeptic and despite this not being of my religious background I find fortune telling and the ceremonies surrounding it quite magical.
I have had close Taiwanese friends for whom I hold nothing but the greatest admiration who have repeatedly put a lot of faith in their fortune telling advisors. Mostly, this has been the influence of an older family member, usually the mother. If there was an exam coming up, a choice between job opportunities or even relationship decision needed – the fortune teller would be consulted and his/her advice strongly respected.
I vaguely remember one interesting story where I knew a Taiwanese girl who was in a relationship with this guy for over 5 years. The guy really wanted to get married, though they were both still very young. His mother took him to the fortune teller to ask about the girl, and the fortune teller did some mambo jumbo to conclude that there are bad news because the girl’s family has two daughters and no son which will have bad consequences for the match unless the girl will have a brother. I didn’t quite get the next part, but the fortune teller suggested that to fix this the girl had to get her mother to virtually adopt a brother so that the harmony will be restored and the match successful. To spice things up the fortune teller added that if the girl would not marry the guy she will lead a horribly sad life. Though this girl has a lot of respect for this sort of thing, having already changed her name once for her mother after the mother was told the name she picked for her at childbirth was not optimal, the girl became very upset and subsequently this incident led to them splitting up.
Two and a half years ago, as I was generally experiencing frustration with the university I was studying with at the time in Taiwan, I went to visit Taipei’s Chih Nan Temple half way from Muzha towards Maokong, where I came across a fortune telling opportunity. The story is summarized in a post called “My Taiwan future told at Chi Nan Temple”. My question was regarding whether Taiwan was the right place for me to study or not, and given the frustrating situation, were things going to work out? the vague response led me to believe that the answer was that if I persist and study hard things will work out in Taiwan, but since I finally decided to leave that university and the Taiwanese education system I always thought that was a bit off. Talking to my dad the other day and recalling that fortune telling situation three years ago my dad listened to the story and finally said – “but you can also look at it as if he was right… you persisted, you made a decision, and things did work out at the end as he suggested, only it wasn’t in Taiwan as you might have thought he implied back then”. That’s a nice way of looking at it.
Interestingly enough, I visited Taiwan again not too long ago, and had the chance to revisit the exact same temple and met that same fortune teller. He is a sweet man who teaches at a university, speaking decent English, and once again he was warm and welcoming. He seemed a bit confused about my first question regarding where I’ll be in a few years, so I thought about it for a bit and since I had my PhD qualifying exams coming up I asked a simple question – “will I pass the qualifying exams?”. At this point it’s perhaps important to note that at the department I’m currently studying with the passing rate for the qualifying exams is not that great – in the last two years since I got to the university three (out of six) have failed the first take, and two also failed the retake and asked to leave the PhD program or convert to an MPhil degree. After I picked up the sticks and confirmed it was the right one with the Gods using the moon lips, this is what came out …
Not that I get it all, but he kept pointing to this page…
… telling me that I’m a Chinese martial general, or something like that. There was a Google-translate version of it that didn’t make much sense…
But at the end, the most important thing is the conclusion, which I captured on video here below:
Him: You must continue to study, you must continue, don’t worry, you are… this thing – don’t worry, because you are a martial, so ofcourse you can pass this admission (?)
Me: great, very happy.
Him: very happy, oh, yeah, us too, me too.
At the end of February last month I finally took my exams. Last week I got the results and was told I generally passed the exams. I have not failed the martial in me.
If you’re interested in this fortune teller’s services (which atleast at the temple are completely free), you can contact him through :
Whether or not you believe in this sort of thing, you have to admit it’s an interesting game. You might argue that there is a self-fulfilling prophecy at play, to some it might serve as goal setting, and to some this maybe gives psychological comfort or support, but it matters little – it’s what you believe in that matters most. For me it’s a tool to get closer to the culture that I live in and to the local friends that I cherish.
Perhaps I should go visit him again in Taipei just before I enter the job market and need to decide on which university or place in the world I should choose to work in.