An Introduction: Part 2

When I finally opened the pack of Tarot cards, I thought I knew enough about them to understand what was going to happen.  In reality, I knew nothing and stared at the cards cross-eyed.  I wasn’t sure what to do with them, despite reading about different spreads and managed to throw down a single card.  Once I grasped what the card was and what suit it fell under, I rushed to look up the meaning.  Nothing popped out at me and I wasn’t hearing anything from my intuition about how to interpret the card.  Disgusted, I put the cards back in the pack and let them sit for another two weeks.

One afternoon shortly after, I was texting my friend’s aunt, whom from this point on I will refer to as Aunt L—she plays a pivotal role in my development and will be mentioned quiet often—and we made arrangements for me to travel the 3.5 hours to her house to spend the weekend.  It was our belief that once I was around someone who was practicing I would truly start to understand what was going on with me and how to grow.

Now, I have mentioned that my life wasn’t the same after I touched the Tarot, and that is partially true.  While no epiphany occurred once my paws touched these little cards of mystery, it was through these cards that I struck up a conversation with Aunt L that began this journey.  In reality, it was my trip to her house that really solidified my desire to learn more about these abilities and how to develop them.

The weekend that I spent with Aunt L is a complete blur.  It was jammed-pack full of information and the time flew.  This was the first time that I had been to her house, so she showed me around and we eventually started talking in her home office.  She introduced me to the pendulum and its awesome map, to a variety of stones and minerals, and her collection of literature about psychics.  It was awesome and the whole house had a very friendly, warming energy that I noticed as soon as I walked through the doors.

After talking in her office for a short while, we travelled to her office where she does readings.  Now, this is really where the fun begins.  In about an hour she introduced me to the entire deck of Tarot cards, explained what each meant, and how it relates to the Soul’s journey.  Now, to cover an entire deck of Tarot cards (78 cards) in a little over an hour seems like it would be extremely confusing, and it should have been, but it wasn’t.  Everything just clicked.  It made sense!

Please understand, I’m a very analytical and logical thinker.  On top of that, I’m a visual and linguistic learner.  To be orally told information about 78 cards that previously meant absolutely nothing to me and UNDERSTAND what she is telling me is a complete miracle.  To her, it’s because my intuition knew this along and just needed to hear I would let go of my own doubts.  To me, while completely believing her, it’s because she is a good teacher.

After the Tarot 101 class, she asked me to do a read for her.  Now, ladies and gentlemen, can I express to you for a moment about how nervous/scared/petrified I was for this moment.  I knew it was coming.  I wanted to run out of the office, jump in my car, and leave.  That scared.  I persevered, though.  She told me to throw down as many cards that felt right and to see how they talked to me.  So, I threw down ten cards and just stared for a minute.  Eventually, things began to take shape.  I paired these cards with that card, and that card with those, and then I started talking.  I didn’t even know what I was doing, it just happened. 

She seemed to be very impressed with what I had done.  According to her, most people would lay two or three cards down and call it quits.  Not only did I throw ten cards down, but I also bridged them and talked about them accordingly.  Getting this type of praise from her was very gratifying.  To top it all off, the read made sense and she knew exactly what I was telling her.

The entire time I was in her presence, I had a headache.  (Nice Segway, huh?)  Aunt L explained to me that what I was feeling wasn’t actually a headache, but the way that I feel the energies around me.  For her, the feeling occurs in her legs.  This feeling was present pretty much the entire day (except for when we were eating and about 30 minutes afterward [we’ll get to that]), but it was very noticeable and uncomfortable at night when her friend, J, called.

J is also a developing psychic.  Aunt L and I were on the patio when he called.  As soon as she answered the phone it was like this feeling multiplied.  She has told me before that when you are near another psychic you can tell and I firmly believe her after this experience.  I can’t make up the way I feel.  I didn’t even know who she was talking to or who J was prior to this.  J did a read for me and it was pretty darn amazing.  Both he and Aunt L told me pretty much the same thing.  It’s awesome how this all works out.

The next day, before I left to head home, Aunt L and I went to a metaphysical store where I purchased a pendulum and some other fun little things.  The store was awesome and had an amazing feel to it.  The entire way home, I was on the lookout for other metaphysical stores.  It has become an addiction.

I know these last two posts were super long, but I wanted to put how I discovered (or she discovered) that I had these awesome gifts with a tiny bit of information about my own personal doubt and fear.  This isn’t something that I went looking for.  It’s something that found me.  I don’t know where this road is going to go, but I am completely certain it’s going to be a fun journey.

Until next time.