Don’t Fear the Reader
She leaned across the table and said, “I had you come here this afternoon while he’s not here, because he thinks this stuff is like black magic….”
(Sigh) Man, if I had a dime for every time I’ve heard that psychics are spawns of the devil, I’d be writing this from a beach In Turks and Caicos. With a drink in my hand. And someone rubbing my feet.
Here’s the thing: as a reader, I believe, to the deepest part of my soul, that what I do is in the service of all that’s positive and good. I believe that I’m working on behalf of a Higher Power, helping my clients find a path to their happiest, most fulfilled life. And if that doesn’t that fall under the category of “spiritual,” I don’t know what does.
And there’s more: part of my prep work for a session is to say the Lord’s Prayer. I also ask that all information that I get be for my client’s highest good and the good of all. Finally, I surround myself and the space with white light, only allowing positive energies in.
OK, so I frequently use the Tarot during a reading, and of all metaphysical tools, the cards probably have the worst rep. There’s a reason for that — but it’s not what you might expect.
Way, waaaaay back in the day, the Church was the arbiter of everything. EVERYthing. People got their direction from the priests, who were considered the one and only link to the Divine.
Well, the Tarot — along with other esoteric systems — reveals our own link to the Source. The theme that runs through Tarot is that of personal responsibility, and one’s own experience of God. Naturally, the Big Dawgs of organized religion did not dig this idea. AT ALL. So they tried to keep the flock in line by scaring them. It’s that simple.
Despite the fact that we now know the world isn’t flat and dragons don’t exist (at least here in New Jersey), many people still buy into these myths. I can’t tell you how many discussions I’ve had with several family members of the Evangelical bent that basically end with, “You’re going to Hell.” Hey, thanks for coming! Remind me to call in sick to the next family dinner!
While I fully recognize that there are some who dabble in the dark side of things for their own power, I do not acknowledge them. I simply don’t. Natural law will soon show them their mistake (as in, whatever you put out comes back three times). It’s a little like that scene in The Wizard of Oz where Glinda the Good Witch laughs at the Wicked Witch and banishes her from Munchkin Land “before someone drops a house on you, too.” You just don’t give it any power. (In the end, Natural Law — in the form of a bucket of water — took care of her wrinkly green ass too, didn’t it?)
So whatever myths, legends, rumors or campfire tales you may have heard about psychics, I urge you to find out the truth for yourself. Think for yourself. I consider it part of my job to give you food for thought — and a sense of your own power to direct your life. So can I get an “amen” up in here?