Satori
So the cards fall and the sitter is seeking answers and you sit hunched over the spread or the card or the bones waiting for the voice of the Universe to fill you up with some hint of Delphic knowledge that will satisfy the querent.
And then the niggle hits the back of your brain.
It isn't the Voice. It is your own set of values-subconcious-mores-social conditioning, edging closer to the table to see what all the hullabaloo is about.
And you know what I mean right?
Because there was the time that girl asked about abortion.
Or the time the guy was cheating on every woman he ever dated....including the one you just read for before him.
Or the guy who sat down for a while with you because his girlfriend was off at the health faire getting her feet done and you saw him immersed in drugs and legal stuff...and he was ambivalent and agreeable and nice...and a pusher.
Or the woman who is always in victim mode...
Or the guy who is terrified of living out of the closet....
The story is in the cards.
Sometimes advice is in the cards.
And we as professionals impartially, non-judgementally dole out what we see.
And sometimes your own story is screaming inside of you to add it's own two cents worth.
But that isn't what we get paid to do.
We ain't Dear Abby.
What do you do when the pressure builds and the person across from you is a little too human, and perhaps, dare I say, a bit of a cad or a bitch or just plain f___ed up.
What do you do?
And then the niggle hits the back of your brain.
It isn't the Voice. It is your own set of values-subconcious-mores-social conditioning, edging closer to the table to see what all the hullabaloo is about.
And you know what I mean right?
Because there was the time that girl asked about abortion.
Or the time the guy was cheating on every woman he ever dated....including the one you just read for before him.
Or the guy who sat down for a while with you because his girlfriend was off at the health faire getting her feet done and you saw him immersed in drugs and legal stuff...and he was ambivalent and agreeable and nice...and a pusher.
Or the woman who is always in victim mode...
Or the guy who is terrified of living out of the closet....
The story is in the cards.
Sometimes advice is in the cards.
And we as professionals impartially, non-judgementally dole out what we see.
And sometimes your own story is screaming inside of you to add it's own two cents worth.
But that isn't what we get paid to do.
We ain't Dear Abby.
What do you do when the pressure builds and the person across from you is a little too human, and perhaps, dare I say, a bit of a cad or a bitch or just plain f___ed up.
What do you do?