
I remember one of the first metaphysical healers I ever went to see. She had an office in Fremont in Seattle in the early 1990s. I'd just started reading tarot cards, just started offering readings to the public in a nearby bookstore. I was exhausted. Hungover. Strung out. Not from drugs or alcohol, but from tarot.
Michelle, the healer, had cards splayed out on a glass coffee table. She said to me, "You're a potential junkie."
I misunderstood at first. I thought she meant I had the potential to be an addict.
"I mean I have a lot of addiction in my family, but..." I looked at her alarmed.
"No, you're a junkie for potential. You gaze into the cards, you peer into their souls, and you see the soaring potential of the person, and you get off on it. It makes you high."
I sat on her floral loveseat hunched forward, staring at her. She wasn't wrong.
"But you aren't seeing the real person who is actually sitting in front of you. So they act out and do crazy things and are basically flawed humans, and it drives you crazy. Because you can see their glorious potential, why can't they?"
I'm speechless. This is exactly right. It makes me insane that such beautiful people do such ugly and stupid things. It exhausts me. It riles me up and doesn't give me peace.
Michelle goes on to explain how she had the same issue when she began reading, and she had to learn to look at it differently.
I left her office with a lot to think about. It's taken me years to fully understand her message. This is the challenge with reading tarot. We have to come to terms with the dichotomy of the sacred and the reality of the normal world. We have to find the sacred in the imperfect and the fragile, in the struggles and the failures.
We have to move the energy down from the heady glory of the channeling process, move it fully into our bodies, until the grit and gristle of real life becomes the gist of our passion.
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