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I checked the web for a place I had gone to years ago for an astrology interpretation. They have psychics, tarot card readers, etc. as well. At the time I felt the reading I received was unsatisfactory, but time had passed and…well I didn’t know of any other place off hand where I could get a tarot card reading. I found the website and chose one of the readers they had profiled. The appointment was at 8:30, and as always, there was skeptical anticipation of some insight to my question(s).
As I cruised down Ventura Boulevard to the metaphysical bookstore (although books were just a small part of the merchandise), I remembered the last time I had gone. The peaceful music in the background, incense wafting gently through the air, and the several women that were there alone. Yeah, attractive young women that had that little bit of new age wackiness that I shared. It was almost deja vu upon arrival. There was still no parking except for the side street, and I got virtually the same spot that seemed to have been held for me all these years. Hmm, same warm summer night, the (same?) incense emanating from the store-but new women. Doing the same thing, but the next generation.
There were still a few minutes before the appointment, so a tour was in order to re-acquaint myself with the place that somehow had a very calming effect on me. I slowly made my way through the beads, talismans, amulets and scarves the hung from the ceiling and casually observed the many items for sale. There were stones and crystals (available in bulk), tables with books on various metaphysical subjects, and plenty of jewelry, along with more talismans and amulets. There appeared to be a few that were satanic in nature. They definitely weren’t the Star of David. If memory was serving me, there used to be an altar for-it looked like for a black mass, but it was long gone, it that’s what it actually was. Still some “ceremonial” daggers around though. Most of the stuff in there was positive and life affirming though. Everyone has their tastes.
My “counselor”, Beverly, was now ready for me. Older woman, with bright red hair, and a cheery attitude, despite the fact she had been giving readings all day. Her fatigue was beginning to show. We went into one of the private rooms, a small, curtain-doored room that had a table and two chairs, basically. The room was dimly lit, which gave it a nice, “metaphysical, tarot-like” aura. She had a laptop computer on a little stand next to the table, with an astrological charting program ready to go. She first gave a little background on herself, on how long she had been doing this, how old she was (sixty-nine), but was having to think about those things before she was sure it was accurate. Late in the day. I asked her if she had been around here all these years, half-hoping she might have some info about the place where I had received a stunningly accurate card reading almost twenty years earlier. No luck.
She asked for my birth info and entered the data into the astrology program. There was my familiar chart, examined many times. She set the timer, and we began. She went over some of the highlights of my chart, and some current transits.
“I see you have alot of creative talent here. What do you do? What do you like to do?” she inquired. What I’m doing is only temporary; what I like to do was the more interesting question.
“I like to write,” was the answer. The blog light bulb went on at that moment.
“I knew it, I knew it!” she exclaimed. There was no reason to have anyone tell me that though. There were specific things that needed to be addressed, but my wording would have to be vague enough in order to check her accuracy. Hey, there are many charlatans about.
The vague question was “there’s a situation right now, and I want to know if will be resolved-or even if it is resolvable”. She didn’t see anything in the chart that indicated any kind of crisis, major or otherwise. A little disappointing. I slowly fed her a little more info on the subject-but vague questions apparently get vague answers. What she did tell me-was that a glass of beer on the shelf behind her? It turned out to be a yellow glass, but it sure looked like a glass of suds in the dimness of the room. What she did tell me was that there wasn’t too much reason to worry, although discretion is the better part of valor, to sum it up. She then pulled out a very unusual deck of tarot cards, and that part was much more interesting than her chart interpretation. Everybody has their specialties.
It was the standard shuffle and three stack cut as in previous readings, but the layout was large and new to me. Beverly was reading it like an encyclopedia though. An encyclopedia of my life. She indicated that there was some “big” money coming soon. Big is relative she explained, so that lottery flash just came and went. The relative part made sense. She also indicated that I would marry my girl eventually, so the current crises being inquired about would have to be resolved sooner or later. Right? Hmm, money and wedded bliss, We’ll see.
The timer went off, and our session was over. It didn’t seem like satisfactory reading at the time, but it didn’t seem satisfactory years earlier when the reading ended up being extremely accurate. We said our cordial goodbyes, and I stepped out into the warm evening, passing a few more of those unattended women as I did. It was enjoyable. Nobody there thinks I’ m weird for being interested in those things. They’re “my” kind of people.