Part 2: Enemies to Lovers Tarot Tale [My Journey with Tarot]

[Be sure to read Part 1 of my story, "Enemies to Lovers Tarot Relationship" in the email I sent last week if you haven't already.]

Dear Reader,

The sparkle that had drawn me in began to wear off, as I questioned if this whole tarot thing was even meant for me...

My break up with tarot was the first time I gave my tarot cards away to a friend.

But I couldn't stop thinking about them.

And then one night, a veiled woman, dressed entirely in blue robes came to me in a dream. She knelt by my bed and whispered in my ear to follow her. I rose and suddenly we were traveling through a mist filled land following a path that led to a strange dwelling, one with windows for walls. Gossamer silk was draped over the windows and starlight illuminated the rooms. She spoke with a peculiar sing-song accent, touched me forehead and bade me to remember.

Suddenly I was wide awake, but I felt disoriented. I hadn't fully returned to the ordinary, every day world despite my eyes being open. Or to be more exact, I somehow now stood outside the ordinary, my vision altered.

The next day, my friend unexpectedly handed my tarot deck back and said, "These are meant to be with you."

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I would love to say that my relationship with tarot was smooth sailing after this, but it wasn't.

There were days when I was riding the high the comes from being spot on with my intuition and then long stretches when I felt utterly lost.

Worst were the moments when the cards flashed messages that clearly warned, "Look out! All is not as you think..." leaving me with a sense of pending dread, but no clear understanding on what to do.

And then came the terrible day when a foreboding message from an earlier reading unfolded before my eyes. To be honest, it was devastating and shook me to my core.

This led to my first existential crisis as an intuitive.

What was the point in receiving warnings if, in the end, you couldn't utilize that information to change the course of things?

I struggled to reconcile the insight of the message with empowering personal agency, despite the outcomes that life delivers.

At that point in my life, I lacked an in-the-flesh teacher, or mentor, to guide me along the complicated path of that comes with developing your intuitive skills. Someone whose greater experience and wise counsel would would have aided me on my growth as a reader.

Books, at the time (the 1980's) were limited, focused more on the esoteric meanings of cards and spreads to use...not how to hold space, witness and navigate the challenges and responsibilities that come with being a reader.

Rattled to my core, I packed up my cards and gave them away for the second time.

>>> To be continued in the next email >>>

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with blessings and a whole lot of magickal grit,

Winifred

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