Why I do what I do. Part eight.
DS was my first Tarot reading guinea pig.
Expectantly, he sat opposite me, the Tarot cards I had pulled lying between us.
‘Go on’, he said. ‘What do you see?’
I knew it was now or never, I either jumped in, all in, stretched my wings out towards a new beginning, or bowed out and retreated to my cave of comfort.
There was only one real choice.
‘OK’, I said. ‘Here we go.’
Psychic me flowed. She said this, she said that. DS nodded again and again. Energy coursed through my being and I connected with Her: the all that is, the me that was beyond the physical. I became what I had always been. A clairvoyant.
‘Yep, spot on.’ He beamed at the end of the reading.
I was astonished.
'Bloody Nora, I can read Tarot!' I said.
'See, told you!' he replied.
A new life path came into view. Where it would take me I didn’t know, but it didn’t matter. What mattered was that it was there. It existed. An undiscovered road of opportunity and adventure that lay beyond my physical prison.
DS was my cheerleader, a champion of a me I hadn't seen. A soul friend who had appeared at my door with a lantern to show the way. His encouragement was my springboard, and I left the nest of the old and soared into flight.
'Right' he said. Let's line you up some more guinea pigs.'
‘Crikey’, I said, I’m not read …’
'Yes you are’. He interrupted. Next Tuesday, 2pm OK?'