Real Life Experience: A Lesson in Tarot

As a supplement to my other practices, I have had a
recent interest in investigating Tarot . . . to use
as an extra tool for insight and divination. I realize that
the I-Ching sort of serves this purpose in the Daoist
community, but I’ve been a little more attracted to Tarot
for some reason. Maybe because it feels a little more
feminine, and hence sexier . . .

At any rate, I finally decided to take a lesson.
There is a “New Age, Wicca”-style bookstore near where I live
that I’ve visited for years, and the female owner of the
store (who has done Tarot for 25+ years) offers one-on-one
instruction. For some reason, the time was right to take a class.

It was an absolutely magical time. It was a 1.5 hour class, but
this was only in principle, as we ended up going for about 3 hours
(but still only charging me the 1.5 hour price). The couple that
owns the store, owns about 14 cats . . . some strays that
she gives to people that need pets. At any rate, they usually
have a couple of cats in the store that wander around.

The reason I mention this, is because one of the cats–a cat that
was half black and half white (a very yin-yang cat!!)– kept coming
over to me and purring and wanting me to pet her. She was nuzzling
me so intensely on my chest, I thought she was going to try to mate
with me. It was intense. It seemed as though the cat were in love.
It didn’t want to leave me alone. The woman owner who was giving
me the class seemed rather surprised, as I guess this cat usually
tends to be mean and “doesn’t like anybody”. It was kind of funny.
But I figure if there’s going to be a cat that takes interest in me,
it’d be the yin-yang kitty.

Anyhow, on to the actual class. She really gave me a lot of information.
At times it felt a little bit of an overload, since I knew nothing
about Tarot before coming really, but I think it stems from the
fact that she’s had like 25 years or something of Tarot background.
She gave me a TON of handouts (free), a lot of which were her own
compilations of things that she had come up with over the years, which
was very nice of her.

A number of amazing things happened during the Tarot class.

One of the first things she did, was to figure out and tell me what my
“Significator” cards are. I don’t quite understand what it is about
yet, but I guess there are a couple of cards in the Tarot deck that,
due to your astrology, mean that they are more representative
of “who you are”.

Apparently, due to my astrology, my Significator cards are the
King of Cups, and the Death card. She said that the Death card usually
shocks some people, but it is the card for Scorpios (which I am). In
fact, I have 4 Scorpios in my chart. At any rate, the card is supposed
to reflect the intensity of the Scorpio and it’s desire to pierce
through the veil of understanding, to understand life and death,
to embrace transformation, etc.

But here is what was shocking . . .
and this even shocked this Tarot woman:

She had me shuffle my new deck for the first time
(I had picked a style I liked online, and bought one
prior to coming to the class)
Then she had me randomly cut the deck and pick a card.
I did so.

Guess what card I drew?

The King of Cups. My first Significator card.
We spent some time studying it.
Then after returning it to the deck and reshuffling,
she had me do it again.

Guess what card I drew?

The Death card. My second Significator card!!
Spooky!!!!!

You know the odds of me picking those two cards
like that in sequence?! I did the math. It is like 1 out of 6400!

At any rate, she said that that will leave an impression on her even.
She mentioned that she saw that as a sign that I might have
a natural spiritual mojo, and at the very least, it shows that
I definitely picked the right deck for me, and the deck was
basically telling me so.

There was really incredible things that happened later on as well,
but maybe I’ll stop here to avoid babbling on too long.

At any rate, the whole three hours went like that.
One shocking thing after another, and all the while
the yin-yang kitty intensely in love with me
(No I didn’t take the cat home.)

Life is good.

S