I have had a very frustrating weekend. MS has been messing with my hands again – coffee grains have been flying, cups dropping from my hands and I just can’t get my eyeliner on straight. The foot drop is back too and it looks like I’m doing a hoedown dance when I’m walking down the street. Most inelegant.
So when my friend mentioned that a good friend of hers was visiting, I jumped at the chance to pop over. Why? Well, he’s brilliant at reading tarot cards. Normally I take things like that with a hefty pinch of salt. Sure, I read my horoscope, and on the whole it’s quite accurate. But then I do a little test and read a different sign and that’s just as accurate too. Apparently this guy really is very good though. He is a professional businessman who just happens to have an extraordinary talent.
I was willing to give it a go. What questions would I want answered? Probably the same as everyone else – family, health and future prospects. I shuffled the pack, selected some cards and sat back. I won’t bore you with the finer points, but there are four separate readings with a different number of cards, and the final reading is just a single card. One card came up in all four of my readings – the card of devastating transformation. Oh.
All the structures in my life have crumbled and fallen, there has been absolute chaos, fear and uncertainty. Life as I knew it is gone forever and it is up to me to rebuild it in a new way. Wow. He asked me if this meant anything to me. Er, yes? He also went into some detail which was quite astounding and not even my friend could have forewarned him, as I had never discussed those things with her. Spooky. All the hairs on the back of my neck were standing up and my hands were shaking more than usual.
I didn’t ask about my MS in the end. I don’t want to know how it’s going to progress, or not. Sometimes ignorance really is bliss. I’m still a skeptic, but I’m mulling over what he told me. On the way home, I bought a scratchcard for luck. Did I win? Nope, not a bean….