Tarot Reading

Tarot The Next Best Thing To Visiting The Shrink

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I quoted Liz’s words to Jik before reciting my tarot reading experience in detail over the phone.

Every woman needs her shrink. Fortune teller is the second best thing.

A wise word of Liz.

Let’s back up and start from the beginning.

Although I am a frequent patron of Spellbox, which has been my version of Diagon Alley, I had never booked a tarot reading session, nor had I had any interest in it as I had never been into divination.

I prefer the future to unfold itself and surprise me — hopefully, with lots of good news. 

Saying that, I have been to fortune-tellers before. Thrice. First was a rune reading for a major life event that made everything worse; then, a numerology reading for an investment gave the answer I didn’t want to hear but came true anyway. Lastly, in Singapore, I had a BaZi reading done by a Feng Shui master who couldn’t speak English at all, and a translator who I suspected didn’t do a good job because, in the end, I got the vaguest answer ever. Something along the line: it will happen in the future.

Ugh! Yeah, I am not a fan.

So, I am not sure why I followed up on her advice the morning after the boozy heart-to-heart session with Liz and booked the tarot reading slot for the weekend.

I tried to tell myself that tarot reading is a part of my new year’s resolution to experience new things.

Not that tarot is a completely new thing for me.

I have a tarot deck, and I had my Uni friend, Amritha, read my tarot cards for me back in 2008. I remember that she consulted her tarot book to interpret the spread and was almost correct in profiling me and my life.

Still, I wasn’t fully convinced of paying a stranger to dictate my future to my face.

The night before, I googled the tarot reader. Unfortunately, without knowing her last name, I couldn’t find anything much, only that she is a DNA healer, which was pretty rad! Then and there, I decided to give this tarot reading a try. 

The next day, in the afternoon, I went into Spellbox almost an hour early, roamed around the small new-age store, and picked a few things (travel-enhancing crystals, aura-cleansing salt, and a wish-granting candle) before being instructed to go up to the second floor which usually is restricted to the visitors.

I went up, walked past a small alley stacked with various tarot and oracle cards and into a small room. The room was dim despite having a huge window overlooking the arcade, from where I could see people walking and going about their lives.

A bright-haired lady was wearing multiple necklaces sitting behind a round table.

The table was covered with a red patterned cloth. There were at least three decks of cards, a notebook, and a few crystals on it. Calming, familiar incense smell filled up the room.

We introduced ourselves. Bright pink-haired lady as Sandra and I, Kal.

After apologizing to each other for being late, I sat down, and she asked me to shuffle the deck of cards in front of me. I nervously did while my heart started to beat a little faster.

She said she was not getting anything from me, as she couldn’t pick up my energy and asked me to keep shuffling the tarot cards. I continued awkwardly. A few cards kept falling off the deck.

In the meantime, we started chatting.

She wanted to make me feel comfortable, so my energy would let her in. I guess it worked because, after some time, she told me to stop and pass her the cards. She spread it on the table, asked me to ask a question and picked seven cards from the spread.

Tarot Reading

And then, the tarot reading session began.

Sandra revealed a lot of things. Some good things and some reminders of difficult things. But most were interesting things with a few goosebumps moments in between.

She told me that I write a few minutes after I sat down, even before I picked up the cards. I told her that it was true. I have a blog.

I liked her more when she told me that I was practically still a ‘baby’ after I shared my birth date and age.  In the same breath, she also told me I was an old soul and that I had been born into the world multiple times.

Even when I was one of them, she knew I would travel in April.  

She advised me to connect to the earth, my element, as much as possible;  and, most importantly, to have fun. With that, we were done. I thanked her and was on the brink of hugging her before I stopped myself as I wasn’t sure whether it’s even appropriate to hug your fortune teller.

This tarot reading, which lasted for an hour, has been the most empowering moment I have experienced lately – time and money well spent.

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