Hello all,
I was with a friend/client the first part of last week and was just beginning to move into reading mode, the cards were for the most part laid out and we were engaging in some idle chit chat as the spirits were shuffling for position in the room.
I was looking at the cards on the table and as I had not begun the reading yet a thought raced through my mind, more like a memory that took no more than a second to process. I remembered back almost 20 years ago, I was offering readings out of the back of my Honda CRX at a music festival in NY state, my cat, Hannah, was laying across my shoulders and the rickety card table was weighted down with way too many crystals and divination tools. A couple of girls came up and asked for readings and said, "we have nothing to pay you with except a kiss or a $5 gas card, those who know me know I took the Card! I finished with what I was doing and turned back to them, now seated and we began the reading. I used, for them, a regular deck of playing cards as they said they believed the Tarot to be of the devil. ***Not willing to get into that, I spent about 30 minutes, gave them what I could and answered questions...... When they stood up to walk away I felt a sense of dread, like I had lost something important to me. I knew it was not a message concerning them them so, I went about my day and had a great time.
Later that night as I was packing things up I noticed I was short a deck of cards, my favorite cards, cards I considered special. They were not old but they spoke to me and the rapport was a good one. I knew then that one of the girls from earlier in the day had took them. I felt anger at first, but then it was as if the universe stepped in and said, "for whatever reason she wanted them so badly, she had to have them". Now please don't get me wrong I have no problems assertively addressing someone when I feel an injustice has occurred, but for some reason I could only feel concern for the young red headed girl. For so many years later I would think about her and offer prayers on her behalf, and wishes that she have a good life.
I was brought back to the present as my friend said, "these are really nice cards". I thanked her and briefly referenced the deck that had been taken from me so many years ago. We then proceed with the reading and went about our day.
Well just three days later she sent me a text and stated that she had something she wanted to drop by to me, we arranged a time and she walked in and handed me a beautiful new deck of cards, the exact type of deck I lost so many years ago. It was such an unselfish act on her part and I could not come up with the words, I just said thank you.
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Later that night as I sat holding the cards and meditating on their beauty, I was reminded of the times in my life were I had not taken the same path as I had with those girls so long ago, when I had felt compelled to act from a place of revenge and not from a place of love. Those times, while I may have received some immediate satisfaction, I have almost always lived to regret that I had not allowed the universe to work her magic and balance the scales.
So to the sweet hand of spirit, Ara, you have my thanks and will be a solid positive memory as I continue upon this path of lessons. I am reminded of the times I have been the hero, and times I have been the villain and I am humbled.
Continued Bliss
