Why I do what I do. Part five.
Brave new world
‘I have a plan for you’, he says.
‘k’, says I.
‘Mmmmmmm, beg y’pardon?’
Decorator Steve (DS) had been my daily companion for a while. He was (still is) a ledge, and we would sit and discuss all things spiritual and magical to the rhythm of his brush strokes. It became the highlight of my day and was the only social interaction I had before my body and mind declared:
‘That’s your lot love, off back to the world of nothingness you go before I pelt you again.’
I had always had a great fascination with all things magical and spiritual. When you’re psychic you just KNOW that this world just isn’t it-it. You just know that there’s MORE. So I delved into the otherworldliness of life whenever chance arose. (Still do TBF. If you ever want to grab my attention start a convo about aliens and we’ll be lifelong friends.)
I thought Steve’s plan was hilarious. Looking back, it was flippin’ obvious:
Psychic + Tarot = new career path.
But I thought it was madness. I was still stuck in my conventional thinking of what I was meant to be/do. I also didn’t think I’d be able to do it. I thought Tarot was this complicated, difficult, esoteric, only bright people with giant brains and a memory the size of Belgium could do.
[Side note: What a load of cods honestly.]
It took a lot of convincing. Recalcitrant doesn’t even come close. Kerrist looking back I was a stubborn bugger. My Guardian Angel Daniel (or the D man as I like to call him) was tearing his hair out:
‘For the love of all things holy will you just fookin’ listen to our Steve!’
‘Start with friends’, says DS. ‘Just say you’re practicing, having a go. It’ll be fun.’
E.v.e.n.t.u.a.l.l.y. the idea ignited a glimmer of light on the horizon of my life.
‘Maybe I could? Maybe I could do that? Maybe I’m not banjaxed after all?’
A whole new world began to take shape. When all was said and done I (literally) had bog all to lose. If it didn’t work, it didn’t matter.
But it did work, and it worked instantly.
TBF: to be fair
fookin’: the f bomb
bog all: nothing