Okay so the title is a bit too much of a question. Truly, if a person so desperate turns to them for advice, perhaps they could if the advice was dark and/or generic. Where is this coming from? I saw a Tarot Reader/Psychic the other day for the hell of it. I was disturbed there after.
First I had to wait for the Tarot Reader to finish up with a client, and that was a good fifteen minute shuffle on a cheap plastic seat that made my bum itch up a storm. Of course, I couldn’t help but eaves drop on the reading. It seemed, from the jumble of cards laid out before the young hopeful woman who sat eager for “good news”, the goodness she waited for was something she’d have to wait for some time. Maybe in the second half of the new year she might find happiness with a new partner. For now, she would have to put up with her cheating man’s ways and see a lawyer about screwing him for everything he had. Put politely of course. Then she was told she might expect some news about her father regarding his health. It was here I glimpsed a feigned look of care in the Tarot Reader’s eyes as she said, “Oh dear. I’m afraid it doesn’t look good.”
Needless to say, the “client” was almost in tears as she shuffled away from the Reader with her woes.
I gulped and was almost about to shuffle away myself when the Tarot Reader greeted me and asked I sit.
“Sit – I tell you!”
“Okay Mistress Tarot Reader. Please don’t eat me.”
I sat before her new aged covered table. You know, the type with the purple felt table cloth, a collection of crystals (to ward off those pesky invisible demons) in one corner, tarot cards in the middle and small timer clock tucked, sneakily, in the back corner to kept a reality check on the situation about to be laid out before the Reader’s sucker – Me.
She outlined her fees with a yawn and an apology should she have appeared uninterested in her live money bag seated before her. At this point, I felt trapped by her powers and found my hard earned $30 dollars literally appear on her table like magic then disappear as quickly. The trap was sprung. Now, the Mistress Tarot Crow (as I had dubbed her) was going to tell me my destiny like a Lord of Rings novel, and all in thirty minutes I might add.
At this point, I was shaking at the knees and ready to bow my humble gratitude for shining her merciful wisdom on such a poor helpless soul such as I. Okay, not quite, but I was interested to see how much “doom” I had in my life.
Turns out I had a lot. I would face a very emotional year (duh) with many set backs and trials I had to overcome to be a winner. She said I should write down my woes and share them (okay, that might be viable). I would have to do this and that and fight this and that and so forth. The most jaw-breaking piece of insight she sold me about myself was the fact I was depressed. Depressed – me? Honestly Mistress Doom and Gloom, I wasn’t before but thank you for your enlightenment! She then went on to say that I will have to fight and convince people to be on my side for whatever I do. If I wanted people to listen to me, I would have to give them some friendly “bull shit”. Seriously, she said those words with an apology on the end.
Okay, at this point I was sitting on my hands so I couldn’t smack myself on the forehead and also be able to scratch a cheek should I need to relieve an itch (crude I know). I wasted $30 dollars on a nut-job and now I was questioning whether I was happy.
I sighed with relief when it was over and almost chocked on my sigh when she tried to sell me a $20 pendant. Seriously!
I was tempted to ask for my money back but afraid she’d put some sort of hex on me. Instead, I left quietly and gave some friendly advice to the next-in-line. They were quick to bolt right past me as I left a smelly trail of doom and gloom behind with the tarot reader. Of course, I pointed a finger her way to say “yes passing people, it’s from inside there.”
I think the lesson to learn here, is you can pay for someone to tell you what your destiny is and choose to believe it. Wouldn’t it be better to believe what you already know of yourself and try to make the destiny you want?
I felt so angry after the reading and it took me a while to realise why. I have always expected destiny to find me. I realised, I have to make my own destiny and fight the impossible battles to achieve it. With only a handful of trusted allies to make it possible. I also realised the world will be against me as I’m just one drop in the ocean. I would be up against traditional point of views, styles, and quite possibly pop-tarts. Yes, pop-tarts. Writing is especially traditional. If your style appears as sloppy and unreadable, so shall it be. Of course, I would flick the birdy at such an impression but there is something to gleam from it. In the same sense, It has taken me years to be comfortable with my style. Hell if I’m going to change it for any monkey; enhance and develop – yes.
I’m getting side-track.
Destiny. My advice to anyone seeking a Tarot Reading. Unless you feel confident the reader will tell you what is in your interest and not their’s, by all means. Honestly, I’d save the money for tools you can use to make your own destiny such as a subscription to Cleo perhaps, chill-laxing time out and that dress you have always wanted. Oh, and resources to help you get where you want to go.
Do it your way. Do it now.

