Long before I knew what a Tarot deck was, I saw pictures in my mind’s eye. As a child, I often had very vivid dreams, and on rare occasions, still do. In the late 1970s, I wandered into Evangelical Christianity where insight, prophecy or clairvoyance was frowned upon. Obediently, with a few exceptions, I did my best to ignore anything supernatural which I might otherwise have paid attention to.
In January of 1995, the door to my inner sight reopened through an inrush of Spirit. For a time I was able to summon an intuitive picture of anyone I saw at will. I even occasionally received information regarding future events that eventually came to pass. However, I instinctively knew that to ‘read’ someone without their knowledge or permission was an act of energetic invasion. And so, once again, I capped the lid on my intuitive gifting. For another twenty years I squelched any ability to see anything through my third eye.
As tragic as that last sentence sounds, let me assure you that the time I spent ‘in darkness’ was not in vain. There is a verse from the Bible that persistently arises in me from time to time:
Truly, truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit. – John 12:24
Nature has so much to teach us, especially about the cycle of life and death. The idea that something greater can arise from the death of a thing than what that thing was before is something so simple that an acorn can teach it. After all, what resemblance has that little seed to the oak? Not much, beyond the fact that a thriving oak tree will produce more acorns.
The transformation of the seed into the tree mostly happens underground, out of sight, and in the dark. I expect it feels very much like a death for that seed to break open wide enough to allow the young tree trunk to sprout. Not unlike the cells of a fetus in its mother’s womb, perhaps.
So too for me. The years I spent in my own personal twilight were the most transformative of my life. The part of me living in the full light of day was sifting and sorting through truth and lie. My experiences were teaching me how and what to trust, how to love, and what it feels like to follow Spirit through the shadows. Those years turned my seed of insight into something much more powerful and wondrous than I could ever have imagined.
Sometime in the Spring of 2015, I awakened for the third time. Soon after, I came to know two things for certain: 1. I could trust what I saw without question, and 2. I was never going to need to close my eye again. About six months later I purchased my very first deck of Tarot cards. Not because I needed them to see, but because their imagery inspires me in ways I cannot describe in words. At the same time, the mathematical arrangement of the deck resonates somewhere deep in my soul. I am constantly amazed by the subtle ways the cards connect me to the querent. In the beginning, I chose to focus almost exclusively on the traditional Waite-Rider-Smith deck but now enjoy reading from many different styles and interpretations.
You should know that I have too much respect for free will and events outside of my scope to believe that the Tarot – or anything else – can predict the future with absolute accuracy. I also choose to only read for the querent, so if you have a question about someone else, please do us both a courtesy by asking another Tarot reader to help you.
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~ Cece (Cindy)