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Tantalizing Tarot, Accrington (2025)

21/10/2025

OK, here's the deal. I go away on holiday in 10 days. I'm getting a lot more interest in my humble Tarot site recently, and so, I'm offering 2 Free Tarot readings to the first 2 people who contact me. All I need from you is your full name, your date of birth and maybe a couple of direct questions you may have for the Tarot. If your one of the lucky 2, congratulations. I'm sorry I haven't the time to reply to those who missed out, but I will repeat this offer over the next few months. I will need your email address to send you your reading. I look forward to reading for you.

19/10/2025

Tarot Dilemma’s.
Some times it feels you can’t do right for doing wrong. No names, no pack drill. I recently did a face to face reading for a young girl, maybe 19/20. She has been seeing a married man, almost double her age. She wanted to know if this illicit relationship would end in her marrying the man. Mm. Well I had my doubts even before we asked the Tarot cards. I’m a fair bit older than the girl in question. I’ve seen more of life. My gut instinct was, ‘Don’t hold your breath.’ Young love. We’ve all been there. How it beguiles, how it puts the heart before the head. Still, what do I know. Let’s ask the Tarot? I don’t mind being wrong. Lets see……. And sure enough, my instincts were correct. What was everything to the girl, was nothing more than a dalliance to the older man. He’d done this before and he will do it again. And the Tarot went on to say his wife knew about the affair! The wife was nobodies fool. But she knew her husband would always stay with her. He would always come back to the fold. So what did I say? Dilemma’s. Welcome to my world. In the end I said, Look, as long as your happy, fine. If things change, don’t try to paper over the cracks. Move on.
Bless. The girl was happy with this. From her perspective, all was good and maybe it would get better. I wish her well, but I hope at some stage, she remembers what the Tarot said.
Life always has it’s lessons to learn…

20/09/2025

No names, no pack drill. All I can say is that the reading I share is word for word true.
I did a one-to-one reading a while ago. Face to face. Not my home, but the girls home.
I gratefully accepted the cup of tea offered, had a sip and settled down and got to work. I was given a question immediately. In fact the girl, let’s call her Susan (It was Katherine, shush, keep it under your hat) the girl could barely wait to ask the question. Susan said, “OK, I’m having an affair. It’s with a married man, and we are in love. I want to know if this man will leave his wife and marry me?”
I’m not charging enough. Such questions unsettle me. Me, ex choir boy, one of life’s innocents, pure as the driven snow (some say slush) kind of….
What to do? I always feel like Pontius Pilate at times like this (but he never returns my letters) kidding. I’m not kidding however that a question such as this perturbs me. And why wouldn’t it? You can’t win. It’s a Catch 22 question. If the cards don’t see a future here, and I tell the girl, chances are she will sulk and I won’t get a second cup of tea. If I do see her wish come true, the girl will try even harder to make her dream come true, and someone will get hurt. And I was instrumental in that. Bu**er.
What to do? What I always do. Blame the Tarot. “It wasn’t me your Honour. Twas the cards. Stay your hand your Honour. Please don’t say, Send him down. 2 years in custody. Put him in cell 13, Strangeways, Manchester, with that large coloured gentleman who will use him as his bitch ! I do worry.
I prevaricate. What did the Tarot say? It said, Yes, the unfaithful married man would leave his wife for the girl. Now between you and me, the Tarot didn’t say marry. Nowhere could I see marry. So, what happened? The girl was euphoric. I got my second cup of tea and even a chocolate biscuit (my favourite) All was good in the world. She paid me and I even got a tip, “Don’t eat yellow snow.’ All was good in the world. But on the way home, some foreboding crept in. I felt all would not end well for the girl. The notion, the implication forming in my mind told me that yes, the man would leave his wife, but the novelty of this new relationship would wear off within a year and the relationship would end on a sour note. And no marriage was ever on the cards. All very sad, but as they say, If you play with fire…. You know the rest…

03/08/2025

If Mirrors could Talk.
In our French house, in the main bedroom is a piece of furniture that the previous owners left behind. The house was built in 1850 and by the look of it, this piece of furniture is period related. It’s a large dressing table with mirror. The wood is either mahogany or walnut. My money is on mahogany as mahogany has a closer grain pattern. It’s a lovely piece of furniture and most of all, I’m mesmerised by the matching mirror that tops the dressing table. You can tell it’s an old piece because the mirror is wonky. By wonky, I mean not right. It’s like something from a hall of mirrors. Due to the mirrors age, lets say it’s imperfect. It distorts your image somewhat, but do you know, I love it. It’s wonderful. No two mornings are the same. One morning you might have one eye bigger than the other. Another morning, one of your ears is missing. No way is this a boring Ikea mirror. No way on God’s earth would I have a cut-throat razor shave in front of it ! I think it was born in a nest of vipers, and somehow rescued and put to work in this old French house.
But I digress. I preamble. In it’s wonky 175-year life, what must this mirror have seen? What must it have reflected on? (there’s a play on words if ever there was one…) If mirrors could talk, what would it tell? It’s seen generations come and go, be born and die. It’s seen The Belle Epoque (1871 to 1914) The beautiful age. (look it up) It’s presided over Two World Wars. It’s seen invasion during the First World War, and Vichy France and capitulation during the Second World War. It’s seen the birth of aviation and the silent movies come and go. And between you and me, it’s seen so much more. This mirror has seen life. It’s witnessed human life in all it’s guises. Happy, sad, moody, mad. No emotion has escaped it’s reflective face, for decades. Have you heard of the Stone Tape Theory? It’s this,
That heightened emotional events can be taken up, recorded on the very surroundings. If that’s so, why then, can’t mirrors also be a playback mechanism? Why can’t mirrors give up their secrets too? Just be careful what you do in front of your bedroom mirrors tonight. One day in the future, that very mirror might just tell all….
P.S. For now, I’m keeping my Batman costume firmly in the wardrobe…

27/06/2025

Sometimes my humour gets the better of me. I love to make people laugh (even with my clothes on) Humour and laughter is medicine for the soul, mostly. I say mostly, because the one place humour can miss the mark is with American clients. No, I'm not having a go at the populous of our once upon a time colony. No. It's probably six of one and half a dozen of the other. For example, the American series 'Cheers.' I watched a single minute of it once and had to leave the room. I will say no more, other than this, Humour doesn't always travel well.
Just recently I was reading for a lovely woman in the States. A career woman who has done ever so well for herself and all credit to her. But though most of this, her love life had to take a back seat. So out of the blue, girl meets boy. There's a spark. Not the Tarot as such, but more myself, didn't give this budding relationship a hope in Hell. But I was wrong, and I won't admit that again in a lifetime (ask my partner!). I was wrong and hats off to the girl, she done good and now the relationship is flourishing. I'm so proud and in awe of her, so much so, that I recently said to her, 'I can't believe you pulled this off. I never gave it a chance in my mind's eye, but despite everything, you got there. Awesome. So I thought I'd sprinkle some of my silly humour. I said, It was so unexpected, I was beginning to think you were a Succubus (and I don't mean someone who licks paint off public transport !) My adorable friend got back and said, 'Sorry, I don't follow?' Quite right. I shall wear a hair shirt for a week. What am I like? Answers in a plain postcard to............

18/05/2025

It’s taken a while, I’ve been so busy the last year, I’d barely got time to sit down.
But finally I’ve found time to put my third book in order, sort the chapters out, get it proof read, get my son Matthew Savage (professional photographer) to sort out a decent cover and back book picture for the book, and ask the lovely Nicola Ormerod to offer my book up,
(the girl’s an Angel) I still have to burn the midnight oil to tweak the odd chapter, but I’m almost there.
The book is called,
Confessions to a Tarot Reader 2
(The Dark Side)
It’s been an interesting trip. It’s a smorgasbord of all that’s weird and wonderful being an erstwhile Tarot reader. The people you meet, the things you encounter. It’s an eye opener for sure. You never know what the next reading will bring? And there’s so much more than Tarot on my travels. I get calls to sort out any number of things. Ghostly cats, haunted houses, curses, black magic, Ouija boards gone wrong, you name it, I’ve been there.
I love motorcycles. I love a good book. I love chess, and I love every twist and turn Tarot gives me. What was that old Cornish prayer,
From ghosties and ghoulies and long-legged beasties,
And things that go bump in the night,
Good Lord deliver us.
Amen.
Bring it on………………

13/02/2025

Time. It’s a funny thing.
What’s your take on time? These days, do any of us have a take on time, while we rush here, we rush there? Do we actually have time to have a take on time? Time out…
I’ve always thought time to be an odd thing. It likes to catch you out. Do you remember your school days? I do. I loved school. It had a smell, a feel. I thought it intoxicating. Do you remember those ever so long school holidays too? Where six weeks during the summer holidays seemed to last a lifetime?
Time snares you. I went to see a friend from school, we worked together too. We had both lost touch. I turned up with a bottle of wine and a myriad happy memories. I knocked on his door and immediately, time threw me a curved ball. There he was and I simply couldn’t believe it. He hadn’t aged a day in 20 years. Not a day, an hour or a minute. It was just like, A Picture of Dorian Gray! I couldn’t believe my eyes. I spluttered out the words, Rowley, is that really you? Time you git, no it wasn’t. It was Rowley’s son, an exact dead ringer of his father, 20 years before.
Holidays. You go back to some exotic place you haven’t been to for decades, and time once again has stood still. The smells, the warmth, the sights, the atmosphere. It’s all very Brigadoon. Ghosts of your past walk there…
I have this theory about time. There are 3 kinds of time. Time 1 is our formative years, say from birth to aged 20. Slow time. Good time, time of nurture and creativity, advancement and learning. Then we have Time 2. This is from your 20’s to being 40. Normal time. A rounding, a mellowing. Getting used to your place in the world. Learning lessons.. Then we have Time 3. This is from 40 onwards. Fast time. Aren’t policemen getting younger? Was it really 20 years since I last saw my friend? Where the Hell did that time go? Birthdays, Christmas’s, Easter, Valentine’s Day, Halloween. All come rushing towards you, and go equally as quick. Good Lord man, we’re rushing to the grave!
Time, I don’t think I’ll ever understand you. Tempus Fugit.

30/01/2025

Has Hell had an Upgrade?
Hell. Is it real? Does Hell exist? Ying-Yang. ‘For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.’ (Newton’s Third Law of Motion)
Ergo, If there is a Heaven, there must be a Hell.
We were told as kids, in church, at school, that Heaven and Hell are very real, so watch out ! Be good or else. OK, I’ve tried to walk the good line mostly, (Your Honour) just to edge my bets. Heaven sounds a bit of all right. On the other hand, Hell sounds a bit dodgy at best. Who would want to go to Hell?
Having said all this, let me introduce you to a theory of mine.
Hell has had an upgrade. Seriously. An upgrade. The Devil, Beelzebub, Satan, call him what you will, of late, he just couldn’t afford the gas bills. (none of us can) It was becoming that cold day in Hell (so often talked about) So, what to do? The Devil decided to economise, and so, he moved the goalposts. Hell is now on earth. Seriously. And just to make it interesting, lots of us on earth (sinners) are dead but we just don’t know it. This is a 2 cup of tea concept, so hear me out.
Fellow sinners, embrace the new Hell. It’s not fire and brimstone anymore. No Sir, it’s a whole lot worse.
What is this new Hell like? Well, if your reading this, you should know. Let me jog your memory.
The new Hell is a world of drudgery, fear and uncertainty by and large. Our world is a very different place. It’s changed so subtly that we were beguiled. We didn’t really notice. Instead of fire and brimstone, we have wars on our doorstep. We have a government that hates us. Civil unrest. Unabated illegal immigration. Knife crime. Violence, Terrorism, Cutbacks everywhere, yet prices going up daily. The Police, Hospitals, Social services, Our Armed forces, Education, Libraries, Swimming Pools, The Welfare Service, Shopping precincts and markets all but shutting down. Banks everywhere closing, Ulez, Food price hikes, and just about everything going up in price month after month. I could go on for page after page, but we all know what’s going on. And we endure. We tighten our belt and accept it.

Earth is now the land of despair. Surely, this has to be Hell? Hell on earth?

So what have we done to deserve our fate? I’ll be buggered if I know.
That’s how death and judgement work. You don’t remember when you died. It makes you more inclined to accept the new Hell.
My hope is I wasn’t killed on one of my motorcycles. If so, was my bike OK? (that would be a bikers first question) Or was it a more genteel passing, say shot in bed by a jealous husband, aged 97. (that’s me aged 97, not the husband)

Who knows? Like I say, it’s a 2 cup of tea concept. Don’t dismiss it out of hand.
Welcome to the new Hell. The waters lovely (but about to go up in price by 30%)

18/01/2025

Being psychic isn’t always a blessing.

My mother was psychic. I have an aunt who is the same. To say I’m psychic would be wrong. I’d say I’m attuned. (some friends would just say I’m weird). Whatever. But ask yourselves this, Is being psychic a good thing? It’s like the beef extract Marmite. There’s no middle ground. You love it or you hate it. You are happy with your gift, but a few, a small few see things differently. (Is that the wrong phrase?)
Example. Peter. When I was at college. Very quiet lad. Clever, but shy. Didn’t quite fit in. I witnessed some other kid bullying Peter one day and I dressed the kid down. Peter was grateful and slowly he began to talk to me. I was learning Tarot around then. If it was dry at lunchtime, I’d be out playing football avidly, but if it was wet, I’d practice Tarot on my peers. Peter had noticed this, and one day he said, ‘Do you believe in all that stuff?’ I said, Yes. And if my football or horticultural career doesn’t take off, It might be the only way I can feed the family I haven’t got yet. (I could have just said yes or no I suppose). Peter said, OK, let me tell you something. Peter lived in a marvellous old house in Alderley Edge. Very gothic. He lived there with his mother. Both mother and son were psychic. Imagine being psychic is such a place…. Peter had always had ethereal visions from as long as he could remember. I was in awe. I said, Oh, I’d love to be like that, to have such a gift. Peter shook his head sadly. ‘It’s not a gift’ He said. ‘It’s a curse.’ This took me back somewhat. Of course it’s a gift. What else can it be? Peter’s next words stick with me today, as much as they did then. ‘It’s not a gift at all. You can’t turn it off. It stays with you day and night. It even invades your dreams.’ That sat me up some. Peter continued. ‘Last year my favourite uncle drowned in a boating accident. After his burial, and every night for 2 weeks, as I walked upstairs (in the semi dark old house) I was aware of a shadow at the top of the stairs. At first I couldn’t make it out, but as I ascended the stairs, there was no doubt what the shadow was. It was my dead uncle. I was horrified. It wasn’t my uncle as I knew him, but a clearly bloated and drowned shade, that stood there, just watching me. Though somewhat dark, the stairs were quite wide as was the way in big old houses. I passed the shade by six feet and hurried on to my bedroom without looking back. I was afraid to look back. In the morning, in the cold light of day, my uncle was gone, but that wasn’t the end of it. Every single night for around two weeks he was there, waiting for me. In the end, I wasn’t afraid. This, after all, was my favourite uncle, and I was his favourite nephew. The shade remained expressionless and never spoke or gestured. I had no idea why he was there or what message he came to partake?
On the fourteenth night, he was gone, never to return.’
I believed Peter implicitly. He imparted this tale without drama. It was matter of fact. I recall Peter telling me also, that he would die around his sixtieth birthday in a fall. What a thing to carry around on your shoulders, as a young man aged twenty.
I always imagined being psychic as thrilling. That day I learned that such gifts can also be a lifelong curse.
It’s a funny old world. I lost touch with Peter, but he comes into my mind from time to time. I wish him well.

28/12/2024

Just a thought... As ever, it's a great idea to have a Tarot reading yourself. Especially at this time of the year with 2025 just around the corner. Ask the Tarot what the new year might bring for you over the next 12 months? Tarot is always there to help and guide you through every month. Another idea, Why not purchase a Tarot reading as a Birthday Present for a member of your family or a close friend? I think it's a great idea, especially if your stuck regards what birthday present they would like. Feel free to contact me and I'd be delighted to oblige.

16/12/2024

My travels with Tarot
I was thinking the other day. In how many countries have I read Tarot?
That’s countries that I’ve actually been to, where I read Tarot for people, face to face? OK, let me think?

The United Kingdom (England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland)
Spain, Portugal, France, Holland, The Czech Republic, Slovakia, Poland, Hungary, Austria, Belgium, Germany, Malta, The Unites States of America.
A lot of those readings where done while I was on the road, touring on my motorcycle. Happy Days. I enjoyed every single reading. In doing so, I made many friends. I still take my Tarot cards everywhere I go. I loved reading Tarot at motorcycle rallies. I’d sit there in a quiet corner and begin shuffling my cards. Immediately people came over. Most were fascinated by Tarot. Some, just a few, told me Tarot was rubbish. I loved those people the most. Oh please, bring it on. I’d say, OK, let me read for you. If my reading makes sense, buy me a drink. If it doesn’t, I’ll buy you a drink. How’s that? Even then, some wouldn’t take me up on my offer, and they began to walk away. I’d say. Oh. I get it. Your afraid ! You’re afraid of a little deck of cards…. Their friends, who just a moment ago, egged them on, now laughed at them. How could some great big biker be afraid of a deck of cards? So always, and I mean always, the biker would pull up a chair and we’d begin. And Bless, it always took them by surprise. It sat them up and made them think, made them look at Tarot in a whole new light. I love that kind of stuff.
I love motorcycles, I love travel, I love everyone I meet through Tarot, and I love how Tarot actually helps people.
Where’s my next motorcycle road trip to? Not sure yet, but my Tarot cards will be the first thing I pack.

10/12/2024

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