In Greek mythology, Pandora’s box is an artifact. As
curious Pandora opened the box (actually a jar), all the evil of the world flew
out. When she closed it again, only HOPE was left inside. Tarot readings, like
life, are a Pandora’s box.
In the 1980s in Bloomsburg, Pennsylvania, my first
psychic mentor pretended to be a witch so the local men would leave her alone.
The first time I laid down a tarot card in her presence, I did it on the steps
in front of my apartment. Disrespectful, she said, buy a scarf with good vibes.
When she stopped each day as she walked her old dog,
she talked about rebirth, the souls of dogs, and devil possessions. None of the
three held my interest, but our discussions led me to the local library’s
collection of books about ancient soothsayers, devils, witches, and magicians.
Until then, I hadn’t understood the extent of paranormal beliefs.
On every vacation, I visit libraries, even in Hawaii.
For all of you who love the water, please realize that to be intuitive, you can
retrieve the calming effect the ocean has on your mood and body.
Now back to my own intuitive skill set. As I’ve read
more about it, I feel less alone. And yet, I can’t get an answer to a few
questions. If you had a psychic gift, would you use it to make money? Would you
work with police, or would you consider that the dark side and stay away? Would
you butt into people’s lives with unasked advice?
Just like any other job, I only have some of the
answers. Yes, I deal with evil on murder cases, but yes, I believe in hope.
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