Chronata
I am not a tarot newbie.
Ok...scratch that... maybe I am...
because recently I had an experience where the tarot flat out, no questions,truly and utterly lied to me.
It was about entering a contest. All signs pointed to the fact that I HAD to enter it. Like, if I didn't win...then by some grace I would get some sort of recognition or feel as if I had accomplished something great even if I didn't win.
Even as I was pulling an all nighter, and spending money I didn't have to mail the entry overnight so it would get there in time (which completely messed up my bank account) the cards were still saying how I shouldn't give up...as rewards were imminent!
But not a single damn thing came of it. I didn't accomplish anything great. I didn't get any recognition. In fact i am not sure the entry even made it to the the contest in time.
I felt a little betrayed by my cards.
I can't tell you how often problems arose and I should have just said damn it all and stop. But the cards kept egging me on...promising that it would be so awesome if I did this.
I didn't feel awesome. I felt like I wasted three nights and a crap load of sleep.
Now granted, my tarot was all optimism and rosy futures...but they got nothing on the three separate oracles that I also consulted...which were even far more complimentary and filled with grand promises of success.
I am still not sure how I misinterpreted this. I am not even sure how I could have misinterpreted them.
I am still, months later waiting for that reward from the Universe for actually staying up 57 hours to enter that contest.
It's the only time I felt the cards lied to me in the 25 years of reading them professionally.
Which I guess, is why I rarely read them for myself.
Ok...scratch that... maybe I am...
because recently I had an experience where the tarot flat out, no questions,truly and utterly lied to me.
It was about entering a contest. All signs pointed to the fact that I HAD to enter it. Like, if I didn't win...then by some grace I would get some sort of recognition or feel as if I had accomplished something great even if I didn't win.
Even as I was pulling an all nighter, and spending money I didn't have to mail the entry overnight so it would get there in time (which completely messed up my bank account) the cards were still saying how I shouldn't give up...as rewards were imminent!
But not a single damn thing came of it. I didn't accomplish anything great. I didn't get any recognition. In fact i am not sure the entry even made it to the the contest in time.
I felt a little betrayed by my cards.
I can't tell you how often problems arose and I should have just said damn it all and stop. But the cards kept egging me on...promising that it would be so awesome if I did this.
I didn't feel awesome. I felt like I wasted three nights and a crap load of sleep.
Now granted, my tarot was all optimism and rosy futures...but they got nothing on the three separate oracles that I also consulted...which were even far more complimentary and filled with grand promises of success.
I am still not sure how I misinterpreted this. I am not even sure how I could have misinterpreted them.
I am still, months later waiting for that reward from the Universe for actually staying up 57 hours to enter that contest.
It's the only time I felt the cards lied to me in the 25 years of reading them professionally.
Which I guess, is why I rarely read them for myself.