My Spiritual Path - Part 5
My spiritual path – Part 5
The days following the seminar were interesting. My mind was on a continual search mission, trying to rationalize how I was able to pick up on the thoughts of the “sender.” Did I honestly receive her messages, or were they simply lucky guesses? I didn’t have a great deal of time to think on it, because spirit had another step for me to take.
I mentioned that I lived in Ann Arbor and worked in Jackson, some 40 miles away. In fair weather, the distance was not a problem. In the winter, it made life dangerous. The roads between the 2 cities were poorly maintained and were frequently covered with ice. The company that my friend and I worked for wasn’t concerned about travel conditions, if you had to rent a helicopter, just get to work, no excuses. Both my friend and I had jobs that required us to leave the office. When the weather was so bad that we decided we probably wouldn’t need to leave the office, we would occasionally share a ride. My car was newer and in better condition, so I often took the lead and drove. One day when it was her turn to drive, perhaps the worst day of winter, she drove. We spoke about an upcoming promotion that she was in line for in another state and I had been thinking about moving to Jackson to take off some of the stress of travel and save a few bucks in expenses. On the ride home, she invited me to join her for dinner. She owned a student residence near the University of Michigan. She said it was a cooperative house meaning that all the household chores were shared by everyone in the house, and today was her turn to cook dinner. Being single, home cooked meals were mostly memories, so I agreed. Of course, when you work till 6:00 and then drive home, dinner would take a few minutes, actually an hour or more. The students living in the house were typical 60’s and 70’s kids. The University of Michigan was a challenging school, so they were smart kids. We sat watching Star Trek, waiting for dinner. After a long wait, I noticed a deck of cards resting on a small table nearby, I picked them up. They were not like any other cards I had seen. Instead of numbers, hearts, diamonds, clubs and the like, each of the cards had a picture. The graphics were beautiful, but my quest to pass the remaining time till dinner with a quick game of Rummy faded. I showed the cards to a young man sitting next to me. “Do you know how to use these?” He replied, “no, dude, I’ve never seen any like that.” I said, “Let’s try,” and began dealing the cards the same way you might to start a game of Rummy. Before I had completed dealing, my friend came into the room to tell us that dinner was only moments away. When she saw what we were doing she became upset and said “what are you doing?” My explanation that we were simply playing cards to pass the time brought a terse response. “Those are not playing cards, they’re Tarot cards, they’re for telling the future.” She amplified the level of our sin by snatching the cards from our hands and returning them to the deck. Fortune telling cards? Again, I was intrigued. I offered my sincere apologies and asked if she would show me how they were used. She said that after dinner, she would tell me what she knew. I don’t remember what was for dinner, but I do know, I couldn’t get it over with fast enough. Haunted house, ESP Seminar, and now, fortune telling cards. I was in uncharted waters. Dinner complete, table cleared, she brought back the deck. She explained that our modern-day playing cards were actually based on the Tarot. Instead of hearts, there were ‘cups,’ diamonds were replaced with ‘pentacles,’ clubs were replaced with ‘wands,’ spades were replaced with ‘swords.’ In the box that held the cards was a small instruction booklet. It gave the meanings of all the cards and the placement necessary to tell a person’s future. “Can I try?” I asked. “Sure,” she said, “if anyone wants to volunteer.” To my surprise everyone did. So, we followed the steps in the instructions and my first ‘reading’ began. The book had several meanings for each card. It was my responsibility to pick out the appropriate meaning for the person I was reading. To my very great surprise, I amazed the people I read that evening. I now had a new quest. Just as the images had appeared in my mind at the ESP Seminar, so too, the correct description for the person I was reading seemed to jump off the page to me. My friend told me that she had purchased the cards at Border’s bookstore in Ann Arbor. The next morning risking the possibility of being late to work, I ventured to Border’s and purchased my very own deck of Tarot cards. Next Blog – The House. If you like my blogs, please follow me.
The days following the seminar were interesting. My mind was on a continual search mission, trying to rationalize how I was able to pick up on the thoughts of the “sender.” Did I honestly receive her messages, or were they simply lucky guesses? I didn’t have a great deal of time to think on it, because spirit had another step for me to take.
I mentioned that I lived in Ann Arbor and worked in Jackson, some 40 miles away. In fair weather, the distance was not a problem. In the winter, it made life dangerous. The roads between the 2 cities were poorly maintained and were frequently covered with ice. The company that my friend and I worked for wasn’t concerned about travel conditions, if you had to rent a helicopter, just get to work, no excuses. Both my friend and I had jobs that required us to leave the office. When the weather was so bad that we decided we probably wouldn’t need to leave the office, we would occasionally share a ride. My car was newer and in better condition, so I often took the lead and drove. One day when it was her turn to drive, perhaps the worst day of winter, she drove. We spoke about an upcoming promotion that she was in line for in another state and I had been thinking about moving to Jackson to take off some of the stress of travel and save a few bucks in expenses. On the ride home, she invited me to join her for dinner. She owned a student residence near the University of Michigan. She said it was a cooperative house meaning that all the household chores were shared by everyone in the house, and today was her turn to cook dinner. Being single, home cooked meals were mostly memories, so I agreed. Of course, when you work till 6:00 and then drive home, dinner would take a few minutes, actually an hour or more. The students living in the house were typical 60’s and 70’s kids. The University of Michigan was a challenging school, so they were smart kids. We sat watching Star Trek, waiting for dinner. After a long wait, I noticed a deck of cards resting on a small table nearby, I picked them up. They were not like any other cards I had seen. Instead of numbers, hearts, diamonds, clubs and the like, each of the cards had a picture. The graphics were beautiful, but my quest to pass the remaining time till dinner with a quick game of Rummy faded. I showed the cards to a young man sitting next to me. “Do you know how to use these?” He replied, “no, dude, I’ve never seen any like that.” I said, “Let’s try,” and began dealing the cards the same way you might to start a game of Rummy. Before I had completed dealing, my friend came into the room to tell us that dinner was only moments away. When she saw what we were doing she became upset and said “what are you doing?” My explanation that we were simply playing cards to pass the time brought a terse response. “Those are not playing cards, they’re Tarot cards, they’re for telling the future.” She amplified the level of our sin by snatching the cards from our hands and returning them to the deck. Fortune telling cards? Again, I was intrigued. I offered my sincere apologies and asked if she would show me how they were used. She said that after dinner, she would tell me what she knew. I don’t remember what was for dinner, but I do know, I couldn’t get it over with fast enough. Haunted house, ESP Seminar, and now, fortune telling cards. I was in uncharted waters. Dinner complete, table cleared, she brought back the deck. She explained that our modern-day playing cards were actually based on the Tarot. Instead of hearts, there were ‘cups,’ diamonds were replaced with ‘pentacles,’ clubs were replaced with ‘wands,’ spades were replaced with ‘swords.’ In the box that held the cards was a small instruction booklet. It gave the meanings of all the cards and the placement necessary to tell a person’s future. “Can I try?” I asked. “Sure,” she said, “if anyone wants to volunteer.” To my surprise everyone did. So, we followed the steps in the instructions and my first ‘reading’ began. The book had several meanings for each card. It was my responsibility to pick out the appropriate meaning for the person I was reading. To my very great surprise, I amazed the people I read that evening. I now had a new quest. Just as the images had appeared in my mind at the ESP Seminar, so too, the correct description for the person I was reading seemed to jump off the page to me. My friend told me that she had purchased the cards at Border’s bookstore in Ann Arbor. The next morning risking the possibility of being late to work, I ventured to Border’s and purchased my very own deck of Tarot cards. Next Blog – The House. If you like my blogs, please follow me.
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