| And
time future contained in time past T S Eliot |
D Vautier
8/2013
When I was in college I became a
Tarot reader probably just for the fun of it and to have a good excuse
to meet girls. Girls loved
to have their fortunes told. Maybe
we all do? I was a pretty good Tarot reader besides and it came natural. I
liked to use the complete classical
Eventually for me readings required a tremendous amount of energy and concentration. It may be called soul stuff or something spiritual or whatever but I stopped reading because it actually got way too scary and exhausting. It wasn’t because of all the real bad cards in a full Tarot deck that readers will take out like the ten of swords thing (death) but I believed playing with the full Tarot deck was the only real way to do it properly so I kept all the bad cards like the eight and ten of swords. After all if I came up a bad hand I could always start over. People want to hear good things and if they have a bad future, so be it but the bad future won’t come from my reading. It was easy to recognize a bad hand and if I was to read for somebody I was not going to read a bad future. There is something weird to this business of Tarot reading but it freaked me out too much so I stopped reading.
Do I believe n this stuff. Not really but I need to tell you a story about something strange that happened to me. My first wife who was quite given to mysticism, used to drag me to these phony psychic reader shows and I was never taken in by it because I could spot phonies right away and they even seemed to know it.
My kids were in dog 4-H and it
was probably during the summer 1981 when I was taking them with their
dogs out to the King County Fair just about every day while the fair was going
on. The show lasted a week and I usually hung around and drank coffee
and watched pig races and horse tricks. It was then that I spotted an old beat up trailer with a simple
sign ‘Fortunes Told $5.00’. Curious
I poked my head inside and I could sense, feel and smell the strangeness of
this place. It was really real and for the first time in my life I looked into the eyes of a true
fortune teller. Wow! This was so so cool. Inside
sat an old wrinkled up gipsy lady who was every bit the part.
In 1981 five dollars was not a small amount but I reached into my
wallet without hesitation and handed the money to her and she began to tell me my future.
She told me things that nobody else knew and I was astonished,
like how many kids I had and how many more I wanted, how many more I would
have and what kind of
music I liked. She said that
my marriage was a mess and that I would soon divorce and my next wife would
be a true soul mate and that I would achieve true happiness and have another son.
At that time I could not accept what she said and I left in complete
confusion forgetting the entire experience. The next year the
fortune teller lady was gone but everything she said came true.