A friend of mine gifted a pack of tarot cards today. The original Rider Waite. In a box she had painted herself... I must rephrase the first line to ‘a gifted friend of mine gave me a pack of tarot cards today.’ She’s amazing at it... and I know that because of the flair and the confidence she possesses while doing a reading. And the essence of knowing that flows from her while we are in a session.
I still don’t know why she thinks I should begin reading... again... I looked at each card closely and knew that a part of me is still in awe with the depth and meaning they can possess. Got me thinking why I had ever left the practise of tarot. It’s not like I had had enough of it. I was just getting a grip on it, when I left. Thinking back, I guess I was afraid. Afraid of the amount of power I could see in it. Tarot reading brings with it a tremendous amount of insight. But at the same time, wanting or not wanting the power to understand/ influence someone’s life is another idea altogether.
And then again there are so many people who seem absolutely comfortable with influencing others, even though it might not always have a positive effect. I look at politicians and feel like I may never be able to be one. Someone who will emphatically and passionately manipulate people to cast a vote for me. Which is hilarious since I do want to enter the field at one given point of time.
Brings me to a conclusion? Of course not. Maybe I’ll just have to take it one step at a time; begin tarot reading first and conquer the world later... Sounds like a plan... ?
Sometimes it’s good to believe that things happen for a reason. Also conveniently positive...
P.S. anyone who wants to know about the mystery tarot-reading friend is welcome to ask. She loves doing it as much as I love talking about it.... cheers!!
I hate your friend. She is still influencing my life. and i havent even spoken to her in 4 months!
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