07/12/2025
Do Tarot readings weigh heavily on my shoulders on occasions? Do bears poo in the woods? Of course they do. Cut me and I bleed. (don’t you dare!) I’m only human. Most readings are good. Most readings are fun. I don’t know how I have the audacity to charge. I love reading Tarot. But just occasionally, a reading may be sad, may not have a happy ending. Don’t press the panic button! Such readings are as rare as rocking horse droppings.
When I read for a client. I feel their highs and lows. I almost become them. I walk in their shoes during a reading. It’s a shared emotion thing. A reading becomes close up and personal.
Tarot is there to help. Let me state than now. Often, if a problem may occur in a client’s future, Tarot will give you options, foresight to avoid that problem. It’s a win-win situation. Let’s hear it for Tarot and win-win solutions then…
And so it does when I come across a rare sad reading. Help is offered. But on very very rare occasions, things won’t get better.
Let me give you an example. And I can’t say enough, this is a rare bird indeed. You’ve more chance of seeing a unicorn than having a negative reading.
No names, no pack drill. In a run-down part of town, I was asked to visit a women for a Tarot reading. OK, no problem. As the woman opened the front door, I was hit by a wave of negativity. A torrent of sadness which was tangible. I was almost overwhelmed by it.
Buckle up Kevin. It is what it is. Do your job. Do your best. I began the reading. And what a reading it was. I genuinely could have cried. I had to fight back the tears; such was the despondency the Tarot picked up. I swear that this poor woman had never had a single break, a single bit of good fortune in her entire life. Sat in front of me, she wore sadness like a cloak. She asked if she might ever find a single decent man to love her, to look after her, as she would look after him? And heartbreakingly, the cards couldn’t see this happening. I’m getting upset now, just thinking about that night. I told her that she had to break the chain of only expecting the worst. Not easy I know, but change has to come from within. I said her quest wasn’t impossible, but things must definitely change. Move house if possible. Get away from the house that dripped despair. Don’t dwell on the past failures and let-downs, Think for now and the future. Most of all, give yourself credit for having survived so much adversity. I’d like to think the Tarot helped and the goals I set her were possible. I stood up and spontaneously said, Come here. Give us a hug. We embraced for a minute or so. Not a word was said, but if ever a girl needed a hug, it was this one.
It transpires that the poor woman had been a pr******te from a very early age. And do you know? She was one of the most decent women I have ever met. She had a heart of gold in a world of sadness. I asked God that night to reach out to her. God and I don’t get on. I believe God is a perpetual menopausal woman that you don’t want to get the wrong side of…. Despite this, I still asked a favour on behalf of my client. Come on God, I don’t ask very often.
Fingers crossed.