This weekend was full of all sorts of surprises. Some of them were fairly mundane, like the huge sale I ran into at Fred Meyer that let me get twice the new furniture I was planning on for my new house, while still staying $400 under budget. Other things were a lot more esoteric.
I have two tarot decks that I really like to use, both A. E. Waite decks. I have always stuck with the Waite cards as I believe they are filled with so much intentional symbolism that they really help guide my readings.
Back in July, I decided that I would take the deck through the same ritual that I use to enchant an item. So, I stated my intent for the enchantment of the deck, went through the candles, incense, and meditation portion of things, and did a little bit of blood work to finish it off. The cards were now bound to me as a sacred object, and I set about using them with their newly imbued energy.
I noticed a difference in the cards right away. I had never done much with this deck so I primarily relied on the other one for my big questions, as it just felt more broken in and accurate. All of a sudden, my enchanted deck started putting out specific, relevant answers even better than my other deck had ever done. I shared this information with my wife, and did some readings with her, and she was impressed with the quality of information I was getting out of them, even if she did remain skeptical of the Tarot as a whole. But, the reading I did on Saturday night may have put a good portion of those doubts to rest.
On Saturday, my wife said she had a question for the cards, but she wanted to see what they said without telling me any information at all. The question was about the relevance of a dream that she had on Friday night. Having never done an entirely blind reading before, I was a bit nervous. This would be a big moment for a couple of different reasons: my card reading abilities were going to be on full display and the credibility of my cards was going to be put to the test. Even after being involved with the tarot for many years, I still ask myself whether I’m really reading the cards, or if I’m reading my knowledge of the situation, person, and personal views into the cards.
There was no chance for me to do anything but read the cards at their true meanings, and see how the relationships between the cards laid out in front of me. As I started to lay out the cards, I instantly knew I was in trouble. The cards decided not to show me the relevance of my wife’s dream, but to weave a story. The only thing I could figure is that it was trying to tell me what her dream was about. With six cards out, I decided to tell my wife about her dream. I’m not talking about some vague generalization like so many people like to do with the cards, but a specific timeline about her dream, with details that I would have had no way of knowing about.
I insisted on having no feedback from her at all until I was done, and after I was done with the first six cards, I asked her if she needed more specific information about the relevance and resolution to the situation. She said yes, so I laid out a few more cards and gave her the pertinent information. After I was done giving her the information, I let her tell me about her dream, and the cards nailed it DEAD on. Just in case someone thinks that most of these readings can be applied to anything, I’ll give you the gist of what I told her last night.
Your dream had to do with our relationship and marriage. It looks like we start out very happy, as we are right now, but then a dark force enters the relationship. With this guy involved [he’s a recurring character in our readings] it’s something paranormal. He pushes us apart and causes us to end our marriage in some way, and you end up heavy into religion.
I’m not sure about you, but that doesn’t line up with a single dream that I’ve ever had. During the reading, I also supplied a lot more information than I did in the brief synopsis above. As it turns out, it nailed her dream spot on. Her dream was that we were living in a house and we developed a ghost problem. The ghost became a real issue in our lives, and I refused to move out of the house. She ended up leaving me, and with nowhere to turn, she converted back to the Church for solace and answers.
I consider this to be a direct hit. Obviously, the cards can’t sit down and write you out a verbatim story of what someone is about to say, but this type of accuracy is just stunning. There is so much in the tarot that has nothing to do with her dream that I could have very easily had a total nonsense reading. I’m hesitant to post exactly which cards I drew last night, as some people are very strict as to their interpretation of certain cards. I’ tend to be the person that looks for connections between the cards that tell a story, and I also look for recurring themes that run through our readings, as they can cain really nail down the specifics that you may not otherwise be able to figure out.
Anyway, it was a fabulous weekend with the Tarot. I’m glad I went through all of the bother to enchant my deck; it seems to have made a massive difference in the quality of information that the cards put out. They really passed the test as put forward by someone else, and the lack of information combined with the amazing accuracy and clarity really help me know that I’m not reading the situation into the cards, I am reading the cards for what they are.