Hails of the Unexpected…

So… a week ago, I found myself returning to read at a venue that I’d been to two years prior… If you’d asked me two weeks ago, then I’d probably have cited this as being my favourite place that I’ve read in… If you ask me today, then I may laugh and say that it was the best of gigs and it was the worst of gigs…

Two years ago, I was busy but even so, the pace still felt gentle… This year, reading began to feel like some kind of extreme sport, though not one of those high adrenalin junky type jaunts… more like that strange activity where people jump out of an aeroplane and press their clothes on an ironing board as they head to the ground… I didn’t feel that I was going out of my comfort zone or pushing any real barriers, more that I was doing my everyday routine work in an odd environment… not that I really have much of a problem with that…

I was booked for 6 hours and under contract to hit a reading rate of 20 people an hour… within half an hour of arriving, the crowd was 10 deep and there was an acute awareness of time as every time I glanced up the crowd had gotten bigger and bigger… and there was a low-level rowdiness, which was not how I had remembered the place…Before it had been fast-paced but polite and somewhat genteel… Now it was somewhat fractious… There was an element of pushing and shoving and the occasional angry outburst as someone would try to cut the line… I heard a girl’s voice shout out – EXCUSE ME! There’s a queue don’t you know?! A while later the same voice – ER! HELLO!!! You need to go the back of the queue! People are waiting! Then even later, her voice soared above the noise of the crowd… I’M MENSTRUATING!!! Now is not a good time to push in front of me!!! I’m bleeding like a motherfucker!!!

The four hooray Henries in kilts plomped themselves in front of me regardless of the angry protests and seemed to be somewhere on the spectrum between indifference to the berating and being slightly pleased with themselves…

I said – boys… that’s not cool… people have been waiting and you just walked up to the front…

The dark haired one on the right, leaned back in his chair, folded his arms as smugness spread across his face and in a quite tone that suggested that he was someone who always got his own way, he said – well, we’re here now and we’re not moving… what are you going to do?

I smiled… clenched my teeth as I remembered that I was also under contract to be positive and polite… and I glanced at the crowd glowering behind him and I said… well I’m not being paid as a bouncer, so I’m going to whizz you through and get you out of here as quickly as possible, so buckle up because I read fast…

The guy sat opposite me, who looked like a poster boy for the Aryan Nation, piped up… Hey! Tell me my chums’s names… Use your telepathy! Show us what you do! Smug face chipped in again – yah… do your job!

I said ok my lovelies… let me educate you… First off… I’m not a mind reader, secondly … if you don’t know your chums’s names then you need more help than I can give you… Thirdly… my job? Ha! I’m the cleaner! I’m just filling in because the tarot reader was a no show…

Smug face leaned forwards… seriously yah? You’re the cleaner?

Yes, love… you walk past me every single day… do you not recognise me?

He leaned in further to examine my expression and I’m not blessed with a poker face… he let forth a ripple of laughter…ah! You’re dicking with me! He turned to his chums, waved a hand in my general direction as he declared – I like her! She’s terribly funny!

I said, yes, I’m hilarious and I’m on the clock so pull 3 cards now or leave… The four of them swooped into my deck and Blondie in front of me starts again… Hey! If you’re any good Miss Mind Reader – you can tell me what card I’m holding! And he holds one aloft in a challenge…

Ace of Pentacles honey bunny!

By Jesus?! It bloody well is!!! What? How? How? What? What? Errrrr???!!!

Now it’s my turn to smirk and this time I don’t give my game away and the tipsy fool is none the wiser that I’ve seen all three of his cards because he waved them around as he pulled them and I know those cards like the back of my hand and a quick flash and a glimpse of colour and I know what you’re holding… Silence descends on the table and I whizz these four yahoos through without another peep out of them… they sit and quietly nod… Ah! You guys are quiet? Nothing more to say? Smug face who has very much warmed to me by now says – yes… I have something to say… Thank you! You’ve just given me a lot to absorb…I’m hoping that I’ll remember it all…

You’re welcome! NEXT!

The crowd is much more settled now and things run in a run of the mill kind of way… until three guys come and sit down… I think to myself – ok… there’s something odd going off here, these are not faces that look as though they have come for a reading…

The guy to the right is quietly spoken… he tells me that he’s just started receiving messages from Jesus and asks if it’s ok for him to pass on the message that he has for me…

I scan the faces of the other two and they are both serene and look deadly earnest and I’m a little suspicious as I wonder if I’m being pranked… But I’m a curious creature, so I say – sure… give me what you’ve got… He tells me that he’s been stood in the queue for quite some time as he’s been told to come over and give me some energy as I give out a lot to others… A part of me thinks – oh! FFS! This sounds like the worst kind of cold reading medium… I can feel the skepticism seeping across my face… he carries on undeterred… it’s hard to catch all that he says as his voice is lost a little in the background babble… I look at the queue and wonder if I should just cut them short and shoo them off but I figure they’ve waited their turn and if they want to talk rather than listen then this is about as close to a break as I’m going to get tonight so let them talk… The guy in the middle asks to hold my hands… He places his in front of him supine and shoulder width apart, I place my hands palm upwards into his… Now he is also talking and it’s even harder to hear… Both of them chatter away and I catch the odd word every so often and they are bestowing me with blessings and healings… It’s an odd situation but by far not the oddest I’ve ever been in and I’m not entirely sure what their views and beliefs are…I’m fairly certain I don’t share them… I’m still wondering if I’m being pranked… The first guy who spoke suddenly becomes louder – You bring the gift of joy and laughter! I smile as it’s not the first time that I’ve had such an accusation thrown at me…

The guy to the left who had been silent up to this point, speaks up… excuse me… may I add something? The other two fall silent… They all look at me… I say – sure, why not… He says to me – I’ve been given a series of images and I don’t know what they mean but I’ve been told that you know… he rattles off descriptions that fill my mind’s eye with tarot card after tarot card and in my head a full reading has come into view… I stare at him… He stares back… You know what they mean?

Yes…I do… Why are you telling me this?

He said because it’s a validation for the work you do and you are under divine protection…

It’s a rare occasion in that for once, I’m lost for words… This was not what I expected him to say… I don’t know what I did expect him to say… Words came back to me…ok… that’s interesting… last time somebody went all Jesus on me they told me I was going to burn in hell and then they tried to bin all my things…

That’s too funny! he said and all four of us belly laughed, shook hands, did the nice to meet you pleasantries and with that they were off into the night…

Hmm… divinely protected… A couple of hours later and a girl knocks her prosecco all over my cards… there’s an explosion of expletives cascading through my head and somehow or another I manage to control and contain them… My mind flashes to the clause in my contract about staying below a certain decibel level… I’d thought it hilarious at the time of signing but now there was a very real danger that I could exceed the limit if I opened my mouth… Ah! Divine Protection my arse! Look at my chuffin’deck… it’s effin jeffin bolloxedly buggered! Noooooooooooooooooooo!!!! BREATHE!!!! SMILE!!! BREATHE!!! Don’t be mean to the girl, she’s dying of embarrassment and it was just an accident… No… You’re ok my lovely, don’t worry about it… No harm done…

I gather my composure and bring the girl down to a relaxed level… Ok… let’s have a look at your cards…

I laugh a little and it builds and builds…

The crowd all gather and wonder what’s so funny…

I flip the cards for all to see… OK… The Fool and the Ace of Cups! Well! We hardly needed any cards to tell us that you can’t handle your drinks!!!

See turns a spectacular shade of scarlet and tries to bury her face under my cloth… seriously? is that what that means?

Well yes, on one level it does… I start to feel a little guilty that I’ve made her squirm… Ok… I’m joking with you! Pass me that third card and let me tell you what it really means…

I inwardly grimace at the sticky cards and have a heavy heart as I visualise tossing them all into the bin later… they’re old friends and have been on many travels… but as it happens, I think a tiny miracle occurred as they ended up drying out nicely and there’s been a couple of strategic dabs of glue put into place but to an eye that is none the wiser, you’d never know they’d had a near death experience… Hmmm… it’s almost like they were divinely protected… 😉

 

 

 

 

Oh! For the Love of St Ambrose…

Over the past couple of months, I’ve spoken to more people than I care to count but there are a couple of sentences that I’ve heard time and time again that have a decided effect on me…

Isn’t it great to speak to like minded people?

and…

I’m going to tell you now, I’m a sceptic and a bit of a cynic…

Now… one of these sentences fills me with glee… the other makes me wish that someone would cosh me over the back of the head with a sockful of wet sand so that I don’t have to listen to what I know will come next…

Yeah… stop it you like minded people! You’re killing me with your overkill and overspill of TMI sharings and assumptions… I have ambivalent attitudes and opinions towards many things and I find it strange when people want to instantly connect and overly identify with me due to some perceived label or another… There are over 7 billion people on the planet, each with unique views and perspectives, what on earth makes you think that I am in total agreement with you on every issue that you care to raise?

But I guess I’m a sucker for punishment or maybe it’s just that I have a morbid sense of humour, so I will sit and listen while I’m being talked at, as that is what these opening gambits invariably lead into… a long scripted and overly rehearsed monologue which pauses only briefly to check my eyes… not for signs of boredom or for signs of emotional distress that should be being painfully felt by the self-confessed highly sensitive soul in front of me… but for a brief pause to gaze upon their reflection… to check their teeth for stray strands of spinach, before moving on to the next verse and chapter…

Fortunately, these are not my punters…

These are the flotsam and jetsam that wash up every so often on certain shores and bump against my table… informing me that they have no need of my services and that they don’t need readings as they are just so naturally evolved and self-aware and in tune with the cosmos…

And I smile and nod, repress the urge to shout ‘buzz off!!!’ and give silent thanks that I will just for today, not have to call upon St Ambrose to curtail any stinging remarks that I may feel stirring within and that just for today, my gift of the gab can remain in its box as I won’t be required to translate snark into pleasing melliferous tones to find a tactful way of saying… No, my love, the reason that you keep getting involved time and time again with men who use and abuse you is because you’re making shitty lifestyle choices and have low self-esteem… it really really is not because they sense you are an empath…

Mmm… the irony is, I am much more closely aligned with the cynics and sceptics…

The thing is with cynics, is that they like to ask questions and to date every cynic who has approached my table has been lured into sitting down and being read for. They are invariably polite, give great feedback and usually go away pondering on yet more questions that have opened up for them, so I was quite surprised a few days ago when I finished a reading and the guy turned around and said:

You know what? I’ve just spent 15 minutes listening to you talk and I am absolutely exhausted!

Oh! Cheers! Thanks a lot buddy! 😀

Oh! No no no! I don’t mean that in a negative way!  I work in a hugely stressful career and I never switch off or stop thinking about work and you’ve just made me pause and reflect in a way that really resonates, you’ve given me some sane and sensible advice that really relates to my life at present and I feel tired because this is the first time that I have actually relaxed in as long as I can remember… yeah… I want to thank you for that… I must do this more often…

Ah… cynics eh?

They say the sweetest things…

😉

Unexpected Updates…

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One of the side effects of being an events reader is that for the vast majority of people that I read for, I see them only the once so I rarely hear about their lives once we have parted company. Every so often, I may get an out of the blue email, then sometimes, like the other evening, I get to see a face on TV, that looks kind of familiar and then I flashback to where and when I’ve read for them and my head fills with snapshots of cards that were pulled or phrases that I said to them…

Now the recent face appearing via TiVo made me smile… Firstly, because usually when I look through and see the random assorted rubbish that TiVo has recorded on my behalf, choosing what it guesses that I will like, I shake my head and sigh…oh…TiVo… do you even know who I am…

Secondly, because upon seeing the face, it unleashed a bwahaha! of laughter as I recalled a rather hilarious day… an encounter after months of a preamble and sorry but that is not a tale that I will be sharing here… it’s more a tale to be shared face to face over a brew with an old friend who laughs equally as loudly as I do, as the tale unfolds with gesticulation, mimicry, sound effects and such like, none of which I can do full justice to here…

No… it’s the third memory that made me smile, that I will share here…

Out strolling one day, I decided to swing by a small independent gallery and have a nosy around… I’d met the owner a couple of times in passing and each time, an invite was extended to go visit… Mostly when I visited that area of town, I arrived during closing hours but that day timing was favourable so in I went. So… I’m a fairly chatty type of person, so when I’m offered a cup of tea and a guided tour, I snap it up… We walked from painting to painting and as well as being chatty, I’m also pretty nosy, so I fired question after question… all the W’s… what/why/where/when/who… until I turned a corner and saw myself face to face with a canvas maybe 4ft high and there in oil were features that were familiar…

A portrait of a soldier in uniform.

I know him!

Really?

Yes… I’ve seen him in the pub across yonder…

No… it must have been someone else, he doesn’t live around here…

Yes… I’ve read his cards a couple of years ago…

Are you sure?

I stared into the brushstrokes that made up those vaguely familiar blue eyes and I started to drift back in time and yes… there he was sat at a small table across from me and in between us cards laid out…

OK… I don’t recall his name but he used to be a soldier…

I noticed the faintest trace of an eyebrow raise and my brain added the words – No shit Sherlock! Which seemed to be the unspoken thoughts of the artist who was too polite to call out BS on me… I carried on talking anyway…

Well… if all went to plan, then he’s living in Scotland and he’s a gamekeeper now…

Two eyebrows shot skywards…

Blimey!! Yes!! He does!! How did you know that?

It came up in his cards…

Do you remember all your readings?

Only when they revisit…

Though actually his reading was more memorable than most. He’d been hovering and circling my table all night and a couple of times made jokey comments then almost at the very end of the evening, he stood at my table and asked – So is there anything to all of this?

I think I said something like – there’s a little or as much as you want to see…

Yeah… well… I don’t really believe in all of this, so…

Good! Me neither! Pull up a pew! Let’s chat!

He sat down and said…Ok..go on… read for me… but his arms were firmly folded across his body and he leaned back in his chair. As I spoke and turned cards, the tension in his body slowly subsided then I turned over a Knight of Swords and BAM!! He was alert and almost out of his chair as he plunged forward and said STOP! Question… Is that card me? What do you think I do?

I think you used to be in the forces maybe but I’m not entirely sure what you do now…

Carry on he said…

I carried on and now I had his full attention and the arms were no longer crossed but picking up cards for closer inspection… so I say to him – So what is it that you really want to know? What made you sit down? He says… Ok… what I want to know is… I’m thinking of applying for this job as gamekeeper… do you think I’ll get it? I flip over another card… The 9 of Pentacles and he laughs out loud – Does that look like a yes to you? What do you think? I also laugh and reply… what it looks like to me is not the issue, it’s what it looks like to you… I think maybe you should think less about what I think and think more about how you create a yes… Do you want to make it a yes? He goes quiet and looks pensive… I decide to turn the tables… So… that Knight of Swords… why did it make you leap out of your seat?

He smiles broadly and tells me that the pegasus was the cap badge for the regiment he used to be in, then asks me how the cards knew that?

I have no idea… they just do… And besides… I find it far more interesting to see what you will do…

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Cards used

Cosmos Conspires with Dippy Hippy Flutter Bys…

One of the things that gives me great pleasure in my job, is deflowering Tarot Virgins…

I don’t know what is, but it fills my little Tarot heart with glee…

I’m lucky in that I get to do it fairly frequently as I often read for parties, but even so, some nights are more magical than others. Last Saturday was such a night… a mixed group, with various previous experiences…

  • Oh… I love Tarot! My husband used to read all the time…
  • Mmm… I don’t know… I may have had Tarot… I got some kind of reading when I was in New Orleans…
  • Meh… I usually see a Medium…
  • Wow! I’ve not done this for over 20 years or so…

And in between the usual romance and career questions, I get a couple that I think I will find memorable for quite some time… it’s a toss up for my favourite… I can’t quite decide between – Ok, give me some inspirational tips for writing music…. and… Right! I’ll sort the future out, you tell me about my history!

But then right at the end of the night, just around midnight… down at my table, sits a man who says those words that I love to hear…

Ok… I’m gonna be straight with you, I’ve never ever done this before and can you please be gentle with me as I am in fact quite scared…

So I pretty much bust a gut with laughter and eventually compose myself enough to say…

Trust me, I’m going to bring you into my world in the most beautiful way possible…

And when we have both quite finished laughing then we begin…

So cards are shuffled and dealt and the gab that I have been gifted with is on full roll and I blah de blah de blah and hey- are you keeping up with all this?

Yes! Yes! Keep talking…

So I talk some more and even sing… then I apologise for my god awful noise…

No! No! No! Keep singing! That is very significant to me…

So we sing together…

I say to him… so how was that for you… not too scary?

Not scary at all, he says… so, can you just round that up in one groovy sentence?

Sure… I look at the cards… I look him the eye and I say…Follow your dream of transforming from a caterpillar into a butterfly man…

POOF!!!

Suddenly circling his head…

A flurry of red…

Red Admiral

Can you see that too?

We chorus in unison…

Yes!

Yes I can!

So we part and go our separate ways and carry warm smiles…

I get home and I think… that was rather odd to have a butterfly flutterby at that time of night… so I dig out an old book and I look up my friend the Red Admiral and no, not unusual for time of night, as he is a frequent midnight flyer… though unusual for time of year…

But what makes me smile is that I discover that he also goes under another name… an old English name…

Alderman…

And that delights me strangely as I met him in a Guildhall…

I’m not sure what that means, if anything at all…

But it feels like a sign…

But then again…

I’m a Tarot reader…

We sees signs…

EVERYWHERE!

😀

 

My Secret Tarot Reading Method Revealed…

I get asked all the time..

How do you do that?

And I’m a capricious sprite at best…

But today, I’ll answer like this…

Water Beetle ~ K. Sealey

Water Beetle ~ K. Sealey

The waterbeetle here shall teach

A sermon far beyond your reach;

He flabbergasts the Human race

By gliding on the water’s face

With ease, celerity, and grace;

But if he ever stopped to think

Of how he did it, he would sink

~ Hilaire Belloc

Well…

What did you expect…

😉

Adventures on my Tarot travels…

So… Mid-June, I received a phone call… an unknown number on my work phone, just as I was half-dressed and mid-way through applying my make-up, getting ready to leave for a reading gig, and usually under those circumstances, I would never have answered the phone but all my kids shouted in chorus- MUM!!!! PHONE!!! YOU HAVE TO ANSWER!!!

So… I answered the phone in my most irreverent and off-handed manner, was delightfully obnoxious and told the voice on the other end – Look! I’m busy! I don’t have time for your prank calls! Then I was generally argumentative as the voice on the other end, somehow convinced me that it was a genuine call and invited me to test read for new company that was being set up… and a date was set in the diary for Monday.

Monday came and went and nobody called… See! I knew it! Pranksters! 😀

Tuesday came and due to series of events, I was still at home when I should have been elsewhere… The phone rang and a voice apologised for being 10 minutes late. What? I said… 10 minutes late??? For what??? My test read??? Oh… You’re not 10 minutes late… You’re 24 hours late mate! Do I have time now??? Not really… oh go on then…. let’s do it!

And this is where my, as my husband calls it, ‘living in total chaos’ paid off as there sitting on my desk rather than being put neatly away was my deck… I looked down at my tatty, battered and well worn Mystereum and asked … Well M… what do you think? Are you up for it?

M winked back at me and laughed YEAH BayBEE!!! Let’s ROCK!!!

And so it came to pass, that I was offered a place on the Psychic Ether team…

So… this week found me up in Manchester meeting the rest of the team…

I met some pretty interesting people and to quote Psychic Ether…

We at the Psychic Ether team have interviewed over 150 psychics, but decided to keep our community of psychics to a limit.
We have hand picked some of the best and well known psychics in the UK for their experience, accuracy and most of all their warm and genuine personalities. Derek Acorah has quality assured all of us.

Among us are aromatherapists, astrologists, numerologists, ghost busters, tarot, rune and angel card readers, palmists, pet psychics, psychic mediums, colour/ aura therapists, Feng Shui experts and Past life regression therapists, counsellors, bereavement counsellors, NLP practitioners, reflexologists, energy healers, Reiki masters and teachers. The list goes on ……. you name it we’ve got it.

Some of our psychics have published authors, written articles for popular spiritual magazines, been awarded Psychic of the year awards, worked on TV, talk on radio stations and run their own workshops in their areas of expertise. At some point we hope to run Psychic Ether workshops up and down the UK so can all meet us in person.

Why would you come to us?

We have all needed some support, guidance and direction at some point in our lives and it’s lovely to talk to our friends and family but sometimes they are too emotionally involved in our problems to give us help. You can trust us to give you a confidential, non-judgemental reading. We all use our spiritual guides and practical knowledge to look at your past, present and future outcomes and most importantly advice on how to reach your goals. With our years of experience there isn’t much we haven’t heard or helped people with, no matter what your situation or stage you are at in life. So whether you are looking for a general reading, needing some specific answers, wanting to connect with a loved one or animal who has passed or indeed want to develop your own psychic abilities and look at making positive changes in your own lives – we can help you.
What you need to do now.

View each psychics video blog and choose which psychic you think you will best connect with.
Go to http://www.psychicether.com. click on their availability and book a reading that suits you both.

You can choose to have a face to face reading via our video link or we can call you back for a phone reading at no extra cost to you. Our prices are affordable, up front and flexible depending on how long you think you will need.

You can check my availability by clicking here… Karen Sealey

You can also read my monthly blogs along with many others,  here… Derek Acorah’s Psychic Ether Blogroll

And you can check out my weekly blogs ~ Tarot Tuesdays~ on facebook, here… Psychic Ether

The adventure continues…

😉

 

 

Don’t follow me… I’m not going where you’re going…

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Hello Hopsters! 😀

So… we’ve been asked to talk about quantum leaps in our understanding of Tarot

An interesting point to ponder…

My understanding shifts and changes on a constant basis. I consider it to be an evolving process as my mind makes feedback loops from what I read and what I see in the world around me… little nudges and tweaks dotted with the odd a-ha! moment every so often. I’ve got a few ways of thinking about Tarot that I use regularly and I wrote about them fairly recently (click here if you’re nosy 😀 )

But quantum leaps…

Well… I guess they have come when I’ve thrown myself out of my comfort zone and into something that makes me think – Oh! F**K!!! Why are you doing this?! Such as my first proper paid reading job (as in being paid cash rather than cakes or books or scarves or trinkets or flowers or  favours…) I got a phone call and the voice on the other end said – Am I right in thinking you read tarot?

Yes…

Then a conversation followed where they asked me to read at a psychic supper and I could hear myself saying yeah… no problem! while my head was screaming – Shut up you moron!!! What are you doing????

So… my first paid gig was back to back readings for 30 people, which I managed to somehow survive and I went home to  high five myself, then wonder why I’d spent the whole week before mad dashing to the toilet (Virgo digestive system… sorry TMI! 😀 )

Elemental Tarot ~ Caroline Smith

Elemental Tarot ~ Caroline Smith

I do have a bit of a habit of throwing myself in at the deep end or maybe putting my head in the tiger’s jaw… I will often say yes before I give myself time to talk myself out of it because I’m quite dangerous when I think and I can talk myself out of anything… But mostly these days, my conversation with myself goes along the lines of  – What’s the worst thing than can happen? Will you die?

Will I die?

No… (which on a side note is how I ended up doing stand up and also is why I’ll never end up skydiving… 😀 )

But I guess my first quantum leap in understanding Tarot came from within the pages of this book…

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This is the first Tarot book I ever bought… I struggled to find a book… I’d seen a couple but they made no sense as the ones that crossed my path were all geared up for RWS… and I didn’t have a RWS… no… my first deck was that Elemental Tarot (up above) and it has its own system… But I saw this book and opened it and it was filled with pages with a big blank rectangle for you to sit your own card on… It claimed to work for every deck… So I grabbed it…

Now… when this blog hop topic came up, it occurred to me that I’d never heard anybody mention this book or met anybody who had used it, so I decided to Google it ( a luxury unavailable in my embryonic tarot reading life… 😀 ) And I had to laugh out loud as I heard it hailed as…

THE WORST BOOK ON TAROT EVER WRITTEN

and blimey! even people calling for it to be burnt!!!

Honestly!! Burning books??? What sort of sacrilege is that? Especially by those who maybe a few hundred years ago would have been heading for a similar fate… chased by villagers with pitchforks…

And I read comment after comment…

And I gave thanks that I bought it in a time before reviews…

Though actually… now I think about it… I’ve never made a decision to buy or not buy based on a review as I’m bloody lazy and who has time to read all that… there’s an epidemic of them and even reviews of reviews…I digress… I often do…

But, anyway! I waded my way through this thread and I laughed louder and louder…

I could understand where all the comments were coming from and I could even understand why it had put someone off reading tarot for nearly 20 years…

But… I don’t read books in order or as instructed… So… I did start at chapter one… and my head started to fill with all the pomp and ceremony involved and I thought…. really? this is going to take an eternity… and then it said that the book had to be followed in strict order and worked through card by card… so I did what any relatively sane person would do and I skipped straight to the last chapter and skimmed backwards… because I had cards in hand and I wanted to read there and then…

And there, tucked away in the back (which I’m guessing a lot of people missed because they dumped the book by 2nd or 3rd chapter…) there was my quantum leap…

Visualise your card and make it as big as a door and step inside… (or words loosely to that effect)

Bingo! I was in! This was easy peasy… No different to all those hours spent with Alice in Wonderland… Just slip inside and have a chat!

And I’ve done that ever since…

I’ve always been cautious about following books to the very letter… ever since Mr S showed me this many years ago…

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The Secret Rituals of the Golden Dawn by R.G. Torrens

See… the thing is with following things to the letter, is that you need to already know what you’re doing…

Mr S will often laugh at these pages and tell me of those who he knew, those who he had heard brag that they’d performed this… to the VERY letter…

So… a question for our wrangler…

Morgan… What do you think? Typo? Or Crowley humour?

To exit… you may go West or head to the Esat…

Boiiinnnggg!!!

 I’M GONE!

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Hop now!

Arwen Lynch or Joanne Sprott will be there to catch you 😀

Or maybe you’ll land in the safety net of the mister last…

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