Jasmine continued to stare at the crystal ball and nothing happened. Maybe she was trying too hard. Sometimes you just had to relax and go with the flow. Giving her shoulders another roll, Jasmine stared at a point in the center of the ball. This time she decided to touch it, hoping to create a better connection.

Jasmine felt like she might have sniffed just a little too much lavender fragrance because now she was starting to see things. Not things inside the crystal ball, but fuzzy images of her own creation. So much for going with the flow. That was her third strike and Jasmine was trying to keep hope alive. Was she ever going to see anything inside the crystal ball?