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When Tarot Cards Are ‘Wrong’
As a Tarot reader through many seasons, I have seen for myself where interpretation, listening to instinct and understanding the true meaning behind the cards makes for a better and more rounded reading. But perhaps the Tarot in and of itself will want to play tricks on you. This too I have seen many times!
People tend to misunderstand the Tarot, its meaning, and more importantly, its true purpose. It was never intended as a fortune telling tool per se. It can only be through careful study and a willingness to open one’s mind and heart, that reading the Tarot can be truly successfully mastered. Yes, even to the point of predicting time frames – something clients love, of course, but which can be very tricky to predict. Reading the cards correctly and imparting correct advise is crucial when it comes to time prediction. Continue reading
Why A Psychic Did Not Foresee My Father’s Illness
When my father was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in 2005, he seemed to be equally upset by an event that happened many years prior. A psychic medium had told him that he would never get cancer. This was the same well-known psychic medium who had helped him make the transition from atheist to spiritualist, by giving him undeniable evidence of the existence of the afterlife.
My father often mentioned that health prediction, whenever he relayed the stories of his many subsequent readings with the same medium. The prediction came along with messages from my grandfather, which confirmed specific details of his final battle with lung cancer. He had been a smoker and also worked in the coalmines in Wales during his youth. Continue reading
It’s All Up In The Air…
Many years ago, when my husband and I were just a young couple with two lovely little daughters, we lived in the beautiful province of Quebec, Canada. Around about this same time his parents resided on an army base in the province of Ontario, which was a five hour drive from where our home was located. Every few months or so we would load up the girls in the car and set off for a weekend visit to the in-laws.
One particular Sunday, at the end of another visit, we embarked on the usual five hour trek back home. It was a very pleasant day, the sun was trying to make its presence known and the traffic, as luck would have it, was just moderate. We had been on the road for a few hours at least, when I felt or sensed a change in the air. Continue reading