Tarot

Love can make you do crazy things. Unrequited love can one-up that! My first dabble in tarot was the (good girl's) desparate reach to understand 'what had gone wrong' in my relationship with my first love (aka the really bad boy). My roommate in the dorms I then stayed in once again offered me her tarot services in my dire dilemma, though I had declined a reading before. Realizing that she did not offer to read for a person unless she really thought it was worth it (her being a Taurus and all) and feeling the ridiculous tumult I myself was in for having swung to the end of my rope (being a Pisces and all), I accepted her third-party metaphysical mediation.
She went into her armoire and retrieved her tarot deck from a hidden place in the back left corner. She placed down the mat that came with her deck, one of those mats that has the positions of the cards in a spread outlined on it with the meaning of each position within its outline. We would do a Celtic Cross Spread which I would later come to know is the most popular tarot spread for love inquiries. The Celtic Cross had suited her as she was very proud of her Celtic heritage and now, as a tarot reader myself, I can appreciate being intune to certain tarot layouts and how readings are enhanced by easing the communication between reader and cards.
My then-roommate instructed me that she did not allow anyone to touch her cards (not even her mom) but that she just tapped into the energy of the querent (person for whom the reading is done for) and shuffled herself. Although I thought it a bit strange I also related completely to the need to keep ones energies separate from others at times; and so we began.
She shuffled and shuffled whilst we concentrated on the question I was burning to know the answer to (love-life advice stuff); her on her bed with the mat infront of her, myself on my bed which was at the end of hers. When the energy seemed right, she then began to draw the cards and lay them out in proper order in the Celtic Cross spread mat. I came closer to see the cards once she had finished laying them out. They were beautiful and curious to me seeming at once foreign and familiar.


The good thing was that she was accurate and caring. The bad thing was she was also right, dammit (so long bad boy)!