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Something really neat happened today! Some of you may have read my earlier posts having to do with my son wanting the Native American tarot deck... He had never before shown much of an interest in my doing tarot (other than commenting that the people on the cards should put their clothes on), but when he saw that deck he just had to have it. Within a week, he and his 11-yr-old sister were putting the cards in lines and telling stories. My son asked if the new deck could belong to him, and I said yes. I had made a mistake one of those first evenings, though, because I started looking at the little white book to see what some of the meanings of the cards were and how these compared to RW. I think that when my son saw me do that, he started thinking that it was too stressful to try to memorize all those meanings, so he put the deck in his room and didn't touch it for a few weeks.
Anyway, a little while ago I was in my son's room. He was cleaning up, and I was helping him. I saw his deck on his dresser there, and I asked him if he knew that he already has what it takes to do a reading. His eyes got as big as saucers, and he asked, "I do??" I said, "Sure... Just look at the pictures and you'll piece it together from there. You don't have to worry about the meanings that they put in that little white book." He was amazed at this idea, and he immediately said, " Will you sit down with me right now so I can give you a reading?" Of course I said okay, so we sat together on the floor, right in the middle of his bedroom. We decided that he would do a 3-card reading, but I encouraged him to just do it his own way- however he wanted. He mixed the cards up really well and I noticed he cut the deck in a new place for each new card.
Then the most amazing thing happened: he really and truly did several readings for me, based solely on what he saw in the pictures. One of the times he lay the cards before I had even asked a question, and that was the best reading of all. It's such a beautiful lesson for me, since I tend to intellectualize too much at times. I even caught myself a couple times, looking at the cards and trying to remember if the tomahawk is swords or wands; then I remembered-- it doesn't matter. The messages he saw in the cards were clear and poignant, and the cards worked together so perfectly. In one of the readings, for instance, there was a "giving" card and then a card in which some women seemed to be planting corn seeds, and then the third showed a harvest. How lovely, and my son's explanation of these cards and how they worked together was even better.
This experience reminded me of something else, too. We really do each get our own messages, and it doesn't matter how we get them. This forum is SO helpful, but I am reminded that how another person would interpret a spread is not necessarily going to be how I would interpret it, and that is okay. There really isn't a "right" or "wrong." I have to keep reminding myself of that-- I can ask for advice or insight, but the buck still stops with me, if it's my spread.
I just thought I'd share this nice story. I heard him downstairs just now, telling his sister that he knows how to read tarot cards, and he just did it. So precious.
Anyway, a little while ago I was in my son's room. He was cleaning up, and I was helping him. I saw his deck on his dresser there, and I asked him if he knew that he already has what it takes to do a reading. His eyes got as big as saucers, and he asked, "I do??" I said, "Sure... Just look at the pictures and you'll piece it together from there. You don't have to worry about the meanings that they put in that little white book." He was amazed at this idea, and he immediately said, " Will you sit down with me right now so I can give you a reading?" Of course I said okay, so we sat together on the floor, right in the middle of his bedroom. We decided that he would do a 3-card reading, but I encouraged him to just do it his own way- however he wanted. He mixed the cards up really well and I noticed he cut the deck in a new place for each new card.
Then the most amazing thing happened: he really and truly did several readings for me, based solely on what he saw in the pictures. One of the times he lay the cards before I had even asked a question, and that was the best reading of all. It's such a beautiful lesson for me, since I tend to intellectualize too much at times. I even caught myself a couple times, looking at the cards and trying to remember if the tomahawk is swords or wands; then I remembered-- it doesn't matter. The messages he saw in the cards were clear and poignant, and the cards worked together so perfectly. In one of the readings, for instance, there was a "giving" card and then a card in which some women seemed to be planting corn seeds, and then the third showed a harvest. How lovely, and my son's explanation of these cards and how they worked together was even better.
This experience reminded me of something else, too. We really do each get our own messages, and it doesn't matter how we get them. This forum is SO helpful, but I am reminded that how another person would interpret a spread is not necessarily going to be how I would interpret it, and that is okay. There really isn't a "right" or "wrong." I have to keep reminding myself of that-- I can ask for advice or insight, but the buck still stops with me, if it's my spread.
I just thought I'd share this nice story. I heard him downstairs just now, telling his sister that he knows how to read tarot cards, and he just did it. So precious.