Spread 'Em!

So let's talk about Tarot cards. I know how to read them, and have been reading them since I was about 17 or so. I've gotten pretty good at them, but I've always had trouble with the decks I've bought over time. I just can't really connect to the images, they don't evoke any impressions from me. Mostly I just had to memorize what they meant and use my empathy to the best of my ability to figure out what the cards were saying.

Recently, however, I purchased two new decks. The Gothic Vampire Tarot and the Gay Tarot. Since then, Tarot has been quite the hot item in my life. I'll begin with Michelle....

The night I bought the cards we went to dinner after work. That was also the night I bought this awesome wool trench coat at H & M. I love it. So at dinner she asked me to read her cards; that was really the purpose of the dinner. It was interesting. I used the Vampire one and they worked, a bit difficult to read, but I managed. She's been PESTERING me to blog about the reading, so here it is.

What Michelle basically got is that she is currently going through a lot of life changes. This is causing a lack of security and she's reacting in a negative way. She's letting it overwhelm her and it is leaving her vulnerable. However she needs to start moving along. Despite the problems and the changes, she has to take action and start moving her life in the direction she wants. Slowly things will improve and she'll forge new connections, new friends. Finally, the period of darkness that currently envelopes her will pass and she will come out better and stronger. Ta da.

I tried reading for myself. Trying to understand the weirdness of late, trying to figure out what life is trying to tell me. It's hard to be unbiased about oneself, so I had to ask in a way so that I wouldn't influence the outcome of the cards. I managed to do that and well....I have to help people again. To get myself back to good, to get what I want and be at a place where I'm okay and happy, I have to help people. Again.

Around this time that all this was going on, I was noticing an influx of people just needing help, or wanting to talk. And man, have I been doing readings. People at work are freaking out. In some ways, so am I. This Gay Tarot is awesome. Never before have readings been so exact and clear. It's really great. I'm very happy with these cards.

So I carry them in my bag now all the time. You never know who will need a reading. Hey, some people at work have already stated how I helped them with my readings. So maybe that's what I'm meant to do. We'll see.

I Wonder Why The Wonder Falls On Me.

I might be going crazy. Nah, it's probably my Jesus complex. I do believe I have that....but then I might be one of those hypochondriacs. Ugh.

Okay, so we're back on Bus Stop guy. He wore glasses Monday and that totally got my attention. Damn he's so gorgeous. I wanted to make out with him right then and there. He's reading a new book again. I believe the title is Cracked, but it's not a novel. I also had a book with me, and before he showed up I started reading. Of course it was part of my plan, but I also did want to read.

He noticed. :) That made me smile on the inside. Then the bus arrived and everyone rushed to be first in line. He ended up behind me, standing there, staring down at my book. I had closed it, purposely showing the cover. I wanted him to see it, and he was looking. I could tell. He was being reflected in the window on the door of the bus. Haha.

And so follows my plan. Wait a few days. Most likely until tomorrow. I'll show up again, reading, but not the same book I was reading. A new one. I'll be reading the first book I saw him with. Hopefully, HOPEFULLY, it'll entice him to say something, to speak to me. And then we can go from there. Yes, I am truly this pathetic.

So I've been feeling like the world, the universe, life, god, WHATEVER, is trying to contact me. To get my attention and speak to me. This has been going on for a bit, not too long, a few months perhaps. The pressure on my third eye has also made me suspicious. It has to mean something. I've learned enough that in my life, nothing is random and meaningless. Sometimes even the smallest things can become catalysts for big events. So I try to pay attention as much as I can.

I'm starting to get small messages, either through songs that'll suddenly play....or a sign I'll randomly read. It's interesting, except that the messages are unclear still. Oh, well. Maybe more meditating will help with that.

I have class tonight. My last two classes have been great. My teacher wants me to read her Tarot for her and she'll do the same for me. It's so cool to be around people that are like me in many ways. It's so much fun. And I'll be sure to show her my new Gay Tarot deck. It's fucking awesome.

Anyway, I have homework to do so I'm gonna go.