We're All the Fool: My Journey with the Cards

                

In Tarot, the Major Arcana is often given the metaphor of the Fool’s Journey. It shows the progression through the stages of life. The Fool represents us all, just as its journey is the one we all walk at various points throughout our lives. So I would like to share with you my journey with Tarot as it currently stands.

            To begin, we have to look back to before I even knew what Tarot was. As a young child, before I became involved in the occult, before I knew anything about psychic abilities of any kind being outside of the magic of Hollywood, I would dream of tomorrow. I remember stopping in the middle of my days, confused for recalling my dream from the night before and mistaking it for the previous day, wondering why things are happening the exact same way. The only word I had for it back then was déjà vu.

            Down the road, I would eventually receive more influence from my father, ultimately going to live with him. This influence connected me to the occult. As I began to learn, I realized that my days weren’t repeating. I was seeing the future. Usually as visions while asleep, I’ve also seen my brother with a bloodied nose before it happened and predicted the death of one of our dogs by recognizing an omen in the sky on the morning she was put down for an event that took place later that day.

            It all intrigued me. I wanted a way I could channel this ability. I wanted to be able to use it on command. Tarot became that channel for me. After research online, reading whatever books I could get a hold of, and talking to other readers, I eventually reached the point where I felt ready to get my first deck.

            At first, my issue was money. Living in a low-income household and not having a job myself meant that I didn’t have enough to buy a deck if I were to buy other things I needed when I got money. I ended up getting my deck bought for me by a friend. It was the Wisteria Summer Solstice festival 2010 and we had just gotten out of a Tarot workshop hosted by Gina Kruzel, the mother of another friend of mine. My friend and I decided to go buy decks for ourselves from a festival vendor; he would spot me the money. I spent all day studying the “little white book” and gave my first reading later that night to another friend of mine at the festival with us. This was how my excretion began.

(Will continue next time)