Am I really a Tarot reader?
Universe says: yes.
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What’s in a name?
I’ve been reading Tarot for 20 years but I’ll admit: I still don’t care for the term Tarot reader. Why? It’s cheesy. Psychic? Too much pressure. Business coach? Only if I don’t know you. Intuitive or Seer is where I normally settle. Healer is sweet, too. Like a granny surrounded by dried herbs, jars of tea and 7 cats.
If you predicted I’d be doing this work when I was in the church, I’d laugh, have a heart palpitation and then pray for your soul. Occult was the Devil’s work; a straight shot to hell. Plus, Tarot readers were giant women in muumuus, reading cards in smoky parlors. I was an academic. A woman of faith. A devoted Christian, until I realized I was a lesbian — and then that really shot everything to hell.
Yet when you have a destiny, it will find you…and keep knocking, like Christ at the door, as I was once taught.
I may have been all of those things mentioned above but I was also born sensitive. I could sense when energy shifted in a room and the moods that would show soon after. I had dreams and premonitions yet did not connect to the love that everyone talked about in church. The love of Christ that passes all understanding seemed to pass me altogether. But man, did I try. Father, Son and Holy Spirit.
That is the greatest gift that fundamentalist Christians gave me: the freedom to discover that my faith was true but terribly misguided.
My Substack isn’t going to be an exploration of the Tarot, though it will make a regular appearance in what I’ve learned after reading thousands of clients. I am still a woman of faith: faith that I will breathe and make lunch and understand this movie that I create and experience.
I am a world of paradox, unified in consciousness. In other words, I’m coming to terms with my movie. It’s my movie, after all.
In case you’re wondering, I don’t have any answers and I won’t be reading your future. There is no such thing.
Read, comment, engage or not. You won’t find me on social media. Only Substack.
I’m glad you’re here!
For any fundies reading this . . . I’m open to concrete proof of Biblical inerrancy, exodus from Egypt, virgin birth, resurrection and whether Jesus was an apocalyptic prophet, political insurrectionist or the Jewish Messiah. Please, no proselytizing. Been there, done that with the best of them. I still love ya, though. How can I not? I was once you.
