You like cards.
You write about cards because you like them.
People read what you write. They like the way you like the cards.
They try you out. They like the way you read the cards personally for them.
You like it that people like the way you read the cards. You’re, after all, a fortuneteller who is solidly trained in the art of reading. People even like the letters in your titles: PhD and Dr.Phil. You didn’t earn those letters for nothing.
Your fortunetelling smacks of deconstruction. Isn’t penetrating vision the reason why you read ‘word and image’? Following also into the footsteps of your mother and your father, who, although logicians and mathematicians, would pour themselves over cards, tasseomancy, bibliomancy, and capnomancy?
You walk down the street and check out the neon signs: Tarot Readings. You can teach the street magicians a few tricks. In turn they teach you something about suggestion and the art of cold reading. It’s a fair exchange.
‘Teach us,’ people say, and to make sure that you say yes, they send you boxes of cards, incense, crystals, magic mirrors, sigils and talismans, more cards, special statues, paintings, skulls…
You put down your consecrated robes, and say yes.
Hermit, Popess, Sun
You’ve done your share of thinking. You’ve done your share of writing. Now you radiate.
What better profession than to just stand in your own natural light, and deliver what there is to deliver, without apology and concern?
What you do, you do for yourself, just as the Sun illuminates for the sake of its own good and survival.
We call ‘taking in this radiance’, out luck.
In gratitude to all the magical people who make this happen, and today especially to Debi Ann Scott, whose box of cards has reached me, just in time for our Playing Cards Foundation Course.
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