Hello. For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Carol. For those who do, I’m Professor Trelawney.
October 2017 shall now and forever be known as the busiest and most exciting month of my life thus far. I met so many wonderful, interesting people, visited three new places I had never been before (Disneyland Paris, Dublin, and Edinburgh), and conquered my fear of roller coasters AND public speaking! Well, maybe not quite conquered, but I’m getting there. This month was all started off in the most mystical way possible. Being as it was the month of Halloween and the veil between the land of the living and the dead is at it’s thinnest, I decided to see what the spirits had in store for me. I went to get my Tarot cards read.
DISCLAIMER: I am not a firm believer in the accuracy of Tarot cards, tea leaves, or crystal balls. Going into this experience, I was mostly looking for a bit of fun. You know. Just see what could come from it. I understand there are those who really believe in that type of thing. For them, I say that this post is only a statement of what happened. I’m not crediting or discrediting the practice. After leaving the reader’s room, I am still not a believer. However, the session did give me some things to think about and answered some of my unanswerable questions. Without further ado, here is Carol B and the Tarot Cards.
I decided about mid-September that I wanted to get a Tarot reading. I had my tea leaves read before, but (again) because it was October, the month of Samhuinn and Halloween, I wanted to try Tarot. I started researching psychics in Brussels, but quickly realized I had a problem: they all speak French. My French is high beginner or low intermediate on a GOOD day! How on earth was this going to work if I couldn’t understand the reading?! (There’s an inspirational quote in there somewhere… “Life is like being told your fortune by a French psychic. The answer is right in front of you, but you won’t understand until you use Google Translate”… something like that.) This somewhat BIG dilemma didn’t stop me from trying to find the English needle in the French haystack.
My research brought me to a Facebook page called Brussels Holistic Readings Tarot and Oracles. The posts on the page were written in English, so I was very hopeful. I messaged the Page Admin asking the obvious questions: “Do you speak English? When are you free in October?” We exchanged a couple of messages and scheduled a reading for the first week of October. I know she was the real deal because she ended her Facebook messages with “Blessed be”. Legit.
I arrived at the reading (which was at her home) a couple minutes early and really thought about what I’d ask. I decided the four most obvious questions would suffice for a 30 minute-long appointment: career, life, love, and the future. Once I was satisfied with these topics, I rang the doorbell. Just as the buzzer went off, a panic overwhelmed me, like the bell woke up every insecurity and fear I had ever felt throughout my 23 years of existence. What if she tells me I’m going to die tomorrow? What if she says I’ll be poor and homeless within a year? What if the bogeyman kidnaps me tonight while I’m sleeping?! Some childhood fears never go away…)
The front door opened and standing behind it was Andi, my spiritual guide for the next hour or so. She welcomed me in and offered me a cup of tea, which I graciously accepted. As we waited for the kettle to boil, I took the opportunity to ask her a couple questions about herself and the art of Tarot card reading. Andi is originally from Connamara, near Galway on the west coast of Ireland. She realized her clairvoyant abilities when she was about 18 or 19 years old. The spirit of a deceased relative appeared and communicated with her (I didn’t ask what it was that the spirit said. It’s none of my business). From that point on, she became interested in using her abilities to help others. Andi was given her first Tarot card deck by a friend, as it is a tradition that you obtain your first deck as a gift (Christmas gift ideas. You’re welcome). She read about and practiced her craft for many years, which eventually lead her to Brussels. She felt an emotional connection with the city, like she was always meant to be in Brussels (sounds vaguely familiar… *cough, cough* me *cough, cough*), and so she packed up her things and moved from Ireland to Belgium. Now, she uses her abilities to give guidance to her customers, from career advice to healing a broken heart, not telling fortunes and seeing the future. She made a point to tell me that the cards are not an exact science. Each card can have multiple interpretations. Her purpose is to interpret what the cards say as they relate to one another in a layout. By the time she finished her story, the tea was ready and it was time to tell my story. The story hidden in the Tarot.
The session started off with the lighting of a candle and a prayer to God and the angels for guidance in the readings and to reveal his plan through the cards. I felt a bit more comfortable knowing God was the driving force behind the fortunes. I don’t know if I could trust the Faerie Realm with my fate. Prayers were spoken, the deck was shuffled, and the cards were flipped one-by-one onto the table, ready to reveal my future.
Apparently, even the cards had no idea what my future held in terms of future career! (Back to the drawing board) However, the Magician card was present and prominently displayed, which was interpreted to mean that I have all the skills and tools I need to find a successful career. (I’m a wizard, Harry!) Another shuffle revealed I might find something in counseling or advising, music, or a combination of both.
The cards seemed to agree that I shouldn’t worry too much about the future. I should enjoy the present while I can. Fate has a plan and everything will fall into place, but I must give it time. I’m young, I have plenty of time left, and many experiences to come. The future holds a lot of happiness and content. When I leave Brussels, there will be a period of little to no traveling, so I must make the most of the experience while I can. (Don’t need to tell me twice!)
Around mid-October, I will meet a man who will become very important to me. However, the relationship will end terribly, and I will be heartbroken (thanks, mystery guy…) From the heartbreak, I will find my future husband (THANKS, MYSTERY GUY!!)
Again, my future will work out in the end. I will be happy and content. I will definitely have a family (although, I’m sure everyone I know could have guessed that), and I will have three children, with at least one girl (Andi was very specific about that number three.)
The session ended with another prayer. Then, the candle was put out and that was that. Andi helped organize many worries that I had about many different things going on in my life. I’m still not a believer of the paranormal, but I do appreciate the guidance and order Andi helped me find. I felt a strange sense of calm as I left the house. Sure, some questions were left unanswered, but some worries were put to rest, and that is a great feeling. You may not have Andi near you, but I would recommend going to get your Tarot cards read, especially if you need help sorting out your anxieties. It might just help take some of the weight off your shoulders.
Until next month,