Narwhallove
I gave my partner a work-related reading a few nights ago, and it was quite expansive. (The spread I used is from the Aeclectic ebook, the planets spread—good stuff!) After we were done, I asked him what he thought of the reading as a whole, and he said:
"It was good. It was almost like you knew the situation."
He insisted afterward that he *wasn't* being sarcastic, that this was a compliment, and that the reading was accurate and specific, but "you know about my job."
A little background: We met some years ago while we were both in graduate school. Before school, I was full pell-mell in tarot, studying and reading happily and learning as much as I could. I even took a tarot class with the now-defunct Avalon College. Then I started grad school and that was an all-consuming universe in which I could find no space or time for tarot. (Sad, really, because I needed tarot then more than ever.)
I even found myself arguing for atheism. I'm not a particularly spiritual "the angels are guiding my shuffle" person; nor am I convinced of the archetype argument either. I just know tarot works. My boyfriend is a deist—and seemed to rather wish an all-powerful God existed, whereas the furthest I'd go was "godlike forces that may or may not be sentient in the universe and certainly may not have created the universe."
Now that I'm back in tarot, I find our roles reversed: He's huffily talking about "allowing for a deterministic universe" and querying why God/godlike beings would possibly want to interact with a select group of tarot-studying humans, and I'm talking about "being OK with not knowing" if it's a godlike force or the power of the unconscious mind that makes tarot work.
I optimistically thought that a tarot reading would give him some insight of this and why I'm so committed to it. I thought the reading went well. I know that we don't have to agree on everything, and he certainly humors me when I want to babble about what I learned today on tarot, and hey! Disagreement is perfectly healthy. But I can't help feeling crestfallen, especially by his rather sarcastic rejoinder.
Anyone in a similar situation?
"It was good. It was almost like you knew the situation."
He insisted afterward that he *wasn't* being sarcastic, that this was a compliment, and that the reading was accurate and specific, but "you know about my job."
A little background: We met some years ago while we were both in graduate school. Before school, I was full pell-mell in tarot, studying and reading happily and learning as much as I could. I even took a tarot class with the now-defunct Avalon College. Then I started grad school and that was an all-consuming universe in which I could find no space or time for tarot. (Sad, really, because I needed tarot then more than ever.)
I even found myself arguing for atheism. I'm not a particularly spiritual "the angels are guiding my shuffle" person; nor am I convinced of the archetype argument either. I just know tarot works. My boyfriend is a deist—and seemed to rather wish an all-powerful God existed, whereas the furthest I'd go was "godlike forces that may or may not be sentient in the universe and certainly may not have created the universe."
Now that I'm back in tarot, I find our roles reversed: He's huffily talking about "allowing for a deterministic universe" and querying why God/godlike beings would possibly want to interact with a select group of tarot-studying humans, and I'm talking about "being OK with not knowing" if it's a godlike force or the power of the unconscious mind that makes tarot work.
I optimistically thought that a tarot reading would give him some insight of this and why I'm so committed to it. I thought the reading went well. I know that we don't have to agree on everything, and he certainly humors me when I want to babble about what I learned today on tarot, and hey! Disagreement is perfectly healthy. But I can't help feeling crestfallen, especially by his rather sarcastic rejoinder.
Anyone in a similar situation?