THE LIFE OF A SOOTHSAYER




I have been telling fortunes for more than half of my life. I picked the cards up at a very early age, at least four years after I had started using talking boards and automatic writing or drawing. It was a natural process for me; I felt the call somehow and didn’t know how to answer back but I staid the course. I learned through observation and the sense of feeling. Nobody taught me what I know. It took 11 years before I found my mentor and worked towards my certification. Now I stand over almost 19 years of divination and fortune-telling and I am astounded at how quickly time has passed, and at how much experience I've amassed.

The way you interact with the cards changes as you gain more experience. I used to have a set meaning system I’d refer to and recite depending on the context of the reading. I used to avoid reversals because I felt it would mess with the balance of all the archetypes.

Now I attribute meaning based off what is surrounding the card and what the symbols in the tableau point out to me. I read reversed meanings if the cards around the one I am looking at indicate it should be. I can see peoples’ life patterns and gloss them down into situational reasons for concern. Then I reverse it by offering advice or laying the options they have out on the table. It’s an electric process, certainly one I enjoy thoroughly.

The life of a soothsayer comes with many challenges. People who are your “friend” encourage you to read for free and drain you. You’ll often pick up on more than you want to when you are introduced to new people. People become case studies rather than friends you want to make. You have this quiet understanding about who they are because your intuition tells you so, but you can’t quite put into words how it is you know so much about them. You just know and you accept, much like the High Priestess does.



There are many joys that come along with the practice of divination. You connect with people more easily, and revel in the moments you feel in tune with them. A strong connection can light your spirit with inspiration and with motivation for your future. You feel good about the notion you can help someone sort through their options to forge a better path to their own future.

At the end of the day, the gift is heavy from the responsibility you shoulder. Vulnerable people will believe what you tell them, and you need to be fully concentrated to really take in their life. Helping others becomes a challenge if you have to compartmentalize your mind with your own problems you are trying to solve and their own. One does not relate to the other, so often times you will find that as a reader you need to tune out of your mundane life so you can be a present, open channel for your querent. Therein lies the sacrifice.

The life of a spiritual worker is one of self-sacrifice and devotion to others. It teaches us to walk a silent path where we carry and protect secrets; ours and those of others. Now I understand why the Hierophant jealously guards those two keys. There are entire vaults of secret information not privy to the eyes of those who don’t understand. You need to earn you right to see and understand those secrets.



Wherever you are at in your journey, I hope you found your own experiences identified in this journal post. May your intuition lead you to gain new insights with which to fuel your fire.
♡♡

THE COTTAGE IN THE CANYON




Today I want to talk about personal matters in my online diary. I’ve enjoyed the warm respite of a blossoming relationship and while I am adjusting into what my future is turning into, its been productive to document privately.

I just got back from a romantic retreat in the Topanga Canyon. My beloved boyfriend Chris and I drove up the mountain path and staid just shy of 16 minutes from Santa Monica Pier, but the sights and the silence were perfect for two city folk looking to get away for a while. We had a beautiful cottage house not far from the summit of the mountain with hiking trails, silence, rain, layers and layers of blankets and pillows, pillow talk, and ghost talk.

The first night we had wine over dinner, then we spent some time together. After that we returned to the cottage, bundled up and listened to the rain. We heard a band of coyotes howling and fronting with a siren. It was otherwise dead quiet. We cozied up and opened our hearts up to one another. It was a very moving experience and one of my favorite moments in all of 2018. Toward the end of the night I got to spend time with my thoughts, opening my eyes to new epiphanies that sunk in.



We enjoyed some hiking through trails, finding a memorial along the way and coyote paw prints. Later on as we approached the summit we spotted a coyote and admired it as we came closer. It disappeared into a precipice with expert stealth. Once we reached the summit we enjoyed the clean air and looked out over the city. It was calming to share that experience with my best friend.

During our stay we got to enjoy a romantic dinner at the Inn of the Seventh Ray. Everything about this outing was perfect. As you descent the stairs you have nothing but trees and fairy lights surrounding you. There is a glass chandelier reflecting the light shards all throughout the courtyard, and a room with windows to the lights and a fireplace. I thoroughly enjoyed connecting with Chris over some delicious Moscato, enjoying the sights and savoring dinner made for us from scratch. After dinner we cozied up on the couch together, sharing a blanket and enjoying one another’s company. I got some time in reflecting and writing about my recent experiences in my journal. I fell asleep in the perfect silence with a smile.





The town happened to be scattered all throughout the mountain, which prompted us to go on a fruitless excursion to get decent brunch on Thanksgiving day. The mornings rolled around the mountain sweetly, rewarding us with the most crisp breezes and cool weather.

We left that cottage house feeling fresh and sparky, in good cheer and with renovated affections. During our stay we discussed our relationship at length and came out of this experience with clarity and personal assurance.

There was a lot to be celebrated on this trip. We were commemorating our first year knowing each other, celebrating Thanksgiving and rewarding ourselves with a rare vacation. We anticipate the arrival of our custom promise rings so that with every day wear we'll cherish our lives together and take nothing for granted.



The light rays of romance can permeate through any healing spirit and resurrect it. I am proof of that. Just look at how I glow with my feverish love for him. I am so lucky.
♡♡
♡♡