A Few Moments With Yaguel Didier
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They call Yaguel Didier “France’s first lady of second sight”. And “they” are not just any old ploucs: politicians, designers – you get the picture. I’m seated in Didier’s magnificent drawing room overlooking Boulevard Saint Germain. She enters, I feel the presence. Wearing an immaculate black pin-striped coat-dress, Didier takes up position behind a vast antique desk which is immaculately laid out with silver photo frames, pens in silver pots, scented candles, ash-trays filled with herbs, not dog-ends. I can’t wait to begin pumping her with questions. Probably she’s heard it all before, but this woman sees everything. Imagine! Oh, come on! No, really? How’s this for amuse bouche? Several years ago, at a dinner party (Didier’s invited to stuff we only read about in Gala) anyway, to get back to several years ago- she’s seated next to a tall, dark handsome stranger straight out of a Barbara Cartland novel; Patrick de Bourges hits on her. “Pleeze read my ‘ands,” implores the divine de Bourges…“Well. I can see you are going to get married to a woman with a very odd profession.”
“Ah, tres bon, and zis woman, what does she look like?” “Just like me”, replies Didier. Well, guess what? Eight years later, her prediction came true. “I married ‘im.” Didier laughs, a throaty Parisian laugh and says it’s the finest and best prediction she ever made.
Now there are a vast number of clairvoyants in France, but Didier is the Dior of the pack, and like the coveted special edition handbags, she has a waiting list. Once past the sniffy secretary, expect to wait six months to discover your future. In the meantime buy “Le Jeu du Destin”, which is a sort of Happy Families meets the Tarots card game, invented by Didier, to get a rough idea of what’s in store for you. “Seeing the future is tiring work,” explains Didier. “You have to be so fit, give out so much energy, it’s like being an athlete in training.” So she refuses to own a car, and together with Patrick, walks everywhere. “Nothing can compare to crossing the Pont des Arts, first thing in the morning,” she sighs. “I try not to work every day, certainly never at the weekends.”
And Didier does not hide the fact that she takes great care with her diet, has forgotten the taste of diary products and keeps in supermodel shape with a personal yoga teacher and masseuse. “I try only to eat protein at lunch,” she reveals and seems really happy about it, what discipline. She shuffles the pages of a worn, leather Filofax and tells me the name of a miraculous new system of face creams she’s recently discovered. “Marvellous, marvellous,” she says patting a smooth well preserved skin. “Patrick will not hear of me having surgery,” she sighs. Didier grew up outside Paris, a privileged child with a nanny who took her to see the Eiffel Tower, show her the Tuileries Gardens, the splendours of the Louvre. She had no idea about her gift until one day, having left home to work as an au pair in Paris, she decided to see a famous astrologer. “He told me I had a rare gift of clairvoyance, and one day I would use it to become world famous.” Didier didn’t say, “Oh, I bet you say that to all the girls.” She just went off and just did it.
She began by using a crystal ball and a flash of vision. Then she met the prominent historian Prince Michel of Greece; immediately captivated by the chic clairvoyant, the prince introduced her to “le tout Paris”. A direct descendant of Louis XIV, Prince Michel showed her a sealed envelope containing a letter, written in English and signed “Alix”. Without opening it, “I immediately felt the presence of the German-born Tsarina Alexandra, describing in detail the days before her assassination by the Bolsheviks.” Didier has also received messages from the Tsarina’s daughter Anastasia, King Louis XI, Jack the Ripper, Joan of Arc, Marilyn Monroe and, more recently, while visiting the theatre in the Palais de Versailles, Marie Antoinette became her new best friend. Oooooh, goose bumps. The chats with Marie Antoinette are recorded in a just published book, “Mes Conversations avec la Reine”. The Marilyn pieces are in “Les Grandes Voyances de l’Histoire”, soon to be published in English.
Obviously Didier’s not about to reveal her client list, but says that politicians tend to come when there’s an election due; businessmen when they have to make important decision. So, what would she do if President Chirac asked for a consultation? “Oh, he’d have to come here,” she waves her perfectly manicured hands. “I need the good vibrations of this room to work well.” People come to Didier because they feel fragile. “A bad clairvoyant can destroy a person,” she says. “A session of voyance takes intuition, psychology, respect and love on both sides.” And there are scary sides to Didier’s gifts: she feels people’s serious diseases in her own body. “That takes out all the energy from me. I feel cold, shivering and even nausea, and I stop the consultation immediately. Then I leave the room and wash my hands to get rid of the bad vibes. When everything goes well, I float. I’m in touch with a higher plane of existence. It’s very exhilarating when I totally forget my own ego to project myself into somebody else’s life.” And no, I haven’t had a consultation. Yet.
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They call Yaguel Didier “France’s first lady of second sight”. And “they” are not just any old ploucs: politicians, designers – you get the picture.
I’m seated in Didier’s magnificent drawing room overlooking Boulevard Saint Germain. She enters, I feel the presence. Wearing an immaculate black pin-striped coat-dress, Didier takes up position behind a vast antique desk which is immaculately laid out with silver photo frames, pens in silver pots, scented candles, ash-trays filled with herbs, not dog-ends. I can’t wait to begin pumping her with questions. Probably she’s heard it all before, but this woman sees everything. Imagine! Oh, come on! No, really? How’s this for amuse bouche? Several years ago, at a dinner party (Didier’s invited to stuff we only read about in Gala) anyway, to get back to several years ago- she’s seated next to a tall, dark handsome stranger straight out of a Barbara Cartland novel; Patrick de Bourges hits on her. “Pleeze read my ‘ands,” implores the divine de Bourges…
“Well. I can see you are going to get married to a woman with a very odd profession.”
“Ah, tres bon, and zis woman, what does she look like?”
“Just like me”, replies Didier. Well, guess what? Eight years later, her prediction came true. “I married ‘im.” Didier laughs, a throaty Parisian laugh and says it’s the finest and best prediction she ever made.
Now there are a vast number of clairvoyants in France, but Didier is the Dior of the pack, and like the coveted special edition handbags, she has a waiting list. Once past the sniffy secretary, expect to wait six months to discover your future. In the meantime buy “Le Jeu du Destin”, which is a sort of Happy Families meets the Tarots card game, invented by Didier, to get a rough idea of what’s in store for you.
“Seeing the future is tiring work,” explains Didier. “You have to be so fit, give out so much energy, it’s like being an athlete in training.” So she refuses to own a car, and together with Patrick, walks everywhere. “Nothing can compare to crossing the Pont des Arts, first thing in the morning,” she sighs. “I try not to work every day, certainly never at the weekends.”
And Didier does not hide the fact that she takes great care with her diet, has forgotten the taste of diary products and keeps in supermodel shape with a personal yoga teacher and masseuse. “I try only to eat protein at lunch,” she reveals and seems really happy about it, what discipline. She shuffles the pages of a worn, leather Filofax and tells me the name of a miraculous new system of face creams she’s recently discovered. “Marvellous, marvellous,” she says patting a smooth well preserved skin. “Patrick will not hear of me having surgery,” she sighs.
Didier grew up outside Paris, a privileged child with a nanny who took her to see the Eiffel Tower, show her the Tuileries Gardens, the splendours of the Louvre. She had no idea about her gift until one day, having left home to work as an au pair in Paris, she decided to see a famous astrologer. “He told me I had a rare gift of clairvoyance, and one day I would use it to become world famous.” Didier didn’t say, “Oh, I bet you say that to all the girls.” She just went off and just did it.
She began by using a crystal ball and a flash of vision. Then she met the prominent historian Prince Michel of Greece; immediately captivated by the chic clairvoyant, the prince introduced her to “le tout Paris”. A direct descendant of Louis XIV, Prince Michel showed her a sealed envelope containing a letter, written in English and signed “Alix”. Without opening it, “I immediately felt the presence of the German-born Tsarina Alexandra, describing in detail the days before her assassination by the Bolsheviks.” Didier has also received messages from the Tsarina’s daughter Anastasia, King Louis XI, Jack the Ripper, Joan of Arc, Marilyn Monroe and, more recently, while visiting the theatre in the Palais de Versailles, Marie Antoinette became her new best friend. Oooooh, goose bumps. The chats with Marie Antoinette are recorded in a just published book, “Mes Conversations avec la Reine”. The Marilyn pieces are in “Les Grandes Voyances de l’Histoire”, soon to be published in English.
Obviously Didier’s not about to reveal her client list, but says that politicians tend to come when there’s an election due; businessmen when they have to make important decision. So, what would she do if President Chirac asked for a consultation? “Oh, he’d have to come here,” she waves her perfectly manicured hands. “I need the good vibrations of this room to work well.”
People come to Didier because they feel fragile. “A bad clairvoyant can destroy a person,” she says. “A session of voyance takes intuition, psychology, respect and love on both sides.” And there are scary sides to Didier’s gifts: she feels people’s serious diseases in her own body. “That takes out all the energy from me. I feel cold, shivering and even nausea, and I stop the consultation immediately. Then I leave the room and wash my hands to get rid of the bad vibes. When everything goes well, I float. I’m in touch with a higher plane of existence. It’s very exhilarating when I totally forget my own ego to project myself into somebody else’s life.”
And no, I haven’t had a consultation. Yet.
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