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Friday, December 13, 2013

Reading Tarot

I often get asked how I got into tarot card reading.  It's not a typical hobby that someone would choose for themselves.  It's not something that someone usually brags about!   The longer I do readings the more I hear about other people who have the same interests.  It's pretty cool to see how many tarot card readers really are out there.

Several years ago I had a span of two months where I couldn't escape the word "Tarot."  It seemed everywhere I looked I saw tarot cards, every time I turned on the television I'd see someone reading tarot cards, I even had fictional books I was reading that had tarot pop up.  I finally started to dream about my own abilities to read the cards.  The last dream I had my spirit guide told me "Just buy the cards already!"  So I did.  That very next day.

I ordered my first deck, the original Rider Waite deck, on Amazon.com and was so excited to get them in the mail.  When they finally arrived at my house I ripped open the package and started going through each card, eagerly absorbing every image so I wouldn't forget them.  There was something about those cards that excited me but I was also very overwhelmed.  There were so many cards and there was so much content to learn.  I became frustrated very quickly and ended up putting the cards away for over a year.

I'd periodically glance at the box those cards were housed in and tried to will myself the motivation to begin learning them.  But I just couldn't do it.  I was terrified of failing.  I was so sure I couldn't actually do it despite the voice in the back of my mind telling me to suck it up and get on with it already.  I had another dream about 18 months after the one that convinced me to buy the cards.  This one was so vivid.  I saw myself sitting in my dining room reading the cards like a pro.  I was so happy and so fulfilled and I even saw my spirit guide standing behind me with his hand on my shoulder and whispering in my ear.  I knew at that moment that it was up to me to give it a shot.  I knew that I had help on the other side.  I knew that I could do it.

The next morning I jumped out of bed, grabbed my cards off the bookshelf, and never looked back.  I started slowly.  I practiced every day by doing simple three card spreads about how my day was going to go.  I then progressed to reading for family members to see what was going on with their lives.  I religiously followed all of my books' translations of the cards so I could learn every meaning and all the symbolism involved with each card.  It was tedious and often exhausting, but I found it to be very fulfilling.

About a year later I started to find my "groove" with this whole tarot card reading thing.  I developed a ritual that went in this order:
1. Cleanse the cards, my crystals and gemstones, myself, and the space with sage.
2. Pray for guidance and accuracy to help whoever I was reading for.
3. Shuffle the cards, divide them up into three piles, then lay them out in different formations on the table.
4. Look at each card and listen.

I wasn't great when I first started.  Over time I improved.  I learned to listen to the voice in my mind.  I learned to pay attention to the images my mind was flashing before my eyes.  I learned to not doubt myself and just go with the first thing that pops into my mind.  I learned to use my intuition.

I realized pretty quickly that my biggest strength was when I was looking into a deceased loved one or when someone was asking about what spirits were around them.  I surprised myself many times and each time I became more and more excited and slightly more confident.

Recently I began charging a small fee for my readings.  I still struggle with this decision on a regular basis.  I feel like I was given this small gift to help people.  I often don't feel right about charging.  A good friend of mine gave me some great advice.  She told me that 1. Everyone has a skill/trade that can make them money.  There's nothing wrong with trying to make a living with a god given talent. 2. If people don't pay for this service they often won't appreciate its value.  It has to be viewed as an even exchange to be fully appreciated.  I try to remind myself of these reasons regularly.  It's never easy asking for money though.  If I could I'd do it for free every time.

I still have good days and bad days.  On my bad days I'm full of doubt.  Am I good enough?  Will this person be disappointed?  What if I am wrong?  When I have these fears I remind myself that it doesn't matter.  I do this because I enjoy it and because it helps people.  I help people to find closure, to move on from a tough time in their life, to see a new perspective with a situation that they are dealing with, and so much more.  I figure if I can help even one person then I am happy.  Not everyone will be satisfied.  I can't be right 100% of the time.  Maybe eventually I will be.  I figure it will take me a lifetime of practice to be really really good.  I'll settle for "decent" until then.  For now I'm just enjoying the ride.


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