Second Helping

So it has been a week, and I will try at this again.

I hope all of my readers had a great Thanksgiving. I saw many posts on being grateful by my personal friends.
Just within the last few months I have known many great things to be grateful for. I will not bore you with lists.
So on to something somewhat tarot related - here is one of my early spirit experiences:

Again I do not speak with the dead (that I am aware of), and I am not sure if other people do. I do not understand how my talent works. I am astounded by certain things that have happened in my life and will share these stories now and then.
Now preamble over ...

When I was 10 I thought I had a resident ghost in my house. I was old enough to understand 'imaginary friends' and I was too smart for that. My house was older and had its' share of rumors.

I had a friend over we were listening to the radio and drawing or doing homework. The radio station changed from our pop music to a very quiet waltz as if a pillowcase covered the speaker. The waltz was nothing recognizable, just 3 step time - simple and plunking, like on a piano by an amateur not what you would hear on a classical radio station.

I got up and went across the room to the radio - I saw that nothing changed other than the display not being 'lit' anymore. The power was off but the music was still there. We hadn't turned it off and the power hadn't surged.

While at the radio my friend got up and walked over to my desk. She wanted to see if the lights had gone out on the street - it was just becoming dusk. As she looked beyond my desk out the window she gasped.

When I stood up I saw the pencil I had been writing with was standing straight up on its' own. Nub on paper and eraser in the air, straighter than a person would hold it. It did not "float" or write - just stood on edge.

It was a few moments - long enough for us both to look down and look back up at each other.

This event passed without mention for quite a while.

I will continue with more next week if there is interest... let me know

~Darleen

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Is this thing on?

Hi all,

  Here are my humble beginnings to a blog... hopefully I will gain some fans / clients.
  I also would love to help empower myself and other new tarot readers.

  I picked up tarot around 12 years old. At that time my dramatic side of me figured it was spooky, weird, and something different enough for my individual taste. (Read: I'm an Aquarius)
  Of course at first I had no idea what I was doing, throwing them around like baseball cards. Memorization of the meanings book seemed impossible.
  I would lay out one per night to read my own future for the next day and look up the meaning one by one. I found the book and my interpretations to read as any other horoscope in the newspaper. Generic, unreal, disconnected.
  So for most of my life I had this one deck (I still use the same style - new deck). And it would get put in a drawer and move with my other 'young me' belongings including stuffed animals and early journals written in light blue ink and lots of bubble lettering.
 
  In college the boys dorm next door was having a Halloween party. I set up a table, put on my gypsy-est clothes and opened for business. Looking back it was college - everyone was broke - not sure why I expected actual money.
  I read a few people very hesitantly I could barely remember the placement meanings and I was really reaching for the card meanings too. As a true salesman I kept my composure and smiled through my thick BS.
  By the end of the night I made no money and felt embarrassed. But there were always psychics making money on TV right? Who buys into this crap anyway?!

Past that night I did take it a little more seriously, mostly it would come up with my close friends if they had love life issues. Will I stay with him? Most people knew me deeply - and I them - I couldn't wow them with any psychic sight.
"I see an older woman is controlling your life"
"Well duh ... you have met my mother"

  Then out of college I did readings for coworkers who I did not know as well, proved some talent. I would do them more often and it was probably as annoying as the guy with trivia knowledge at holiday parties.
  More recently I have read for parties full of strangers and networked. I see more and more that I have something. It is not a spooky thing or a dead people thing.
  I have figured out the best description is being an Empath. It does explain some of my tendencies and feelings. Calm when I shouldn't be, nervous for no reason.
  I would feel an extreme anxiousness get worse and worse and then see a coworker come around the corner and they would say "Time for my review!" And I started to piece together that I felt what they felt.
  It didn't stop my normal life but it helped me know that I need to seek out my tarot in a more professional way.
  What did this mean for my current faith and beliefs about God? Really nothing, it could confirm or not - but I try to just experience for now instead of label.
  Then I combined my readings and my practice of Tai Chi (this interest also started when I was 12). I warm up before hand I cool down after and I can train the client into feeling their energy for the reading. I feel like I turn the energy on high - put my antenna up and I can speak clearly and feel the client stronger.

In conclusion this first posting is to start my writing juices, help promote my little growing business.
I do readings in other peoples homes or public meeting places for cheap. I enjoy reading and getting better. I want to be more than a parlor trick, I want to help people understand that I am not haunted, and that tarot is not scary.   I plan to make many posts and get into my personal life and my different experiences and beliefs.

Thanks for reading so far and please ask questions!

~Darleen

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