Pulling Cards

I was given four rules before getting my first deck of playing cards:

1. Always tell the truth of what you see
2. The future can always be changed
3. Never read in front of company
4. Never read on Sunday for it is the sabbath and must be kept holy.

That last line always struck me as schizophrenic and was usually followed by a dissenting voice that declared: ‘you can only serve one god, choose one or none at all.’

After I had proven these rules were committed to memory, I was handed a sealed box of Bicycle brand playing cards and told to befriend them. Bonding with my deck was easy.
Instead of playing with the other children, I found a quiet spot in the yard and spent the afternoon shuffling and reshuffling the cards.
I repeated this ritual for a few days until one of the cards sprung, as if by its own volition, from the smooth arc of the shuffle. The ace of spades landed face up at my feet. I knew from years of watching my elders read that though spades were generally negative, the ace represented a new endeavor or fresh start.
I took the card to my elder, ready to begin my journey as a reader.
We started with simple one card pulls. Red for yes. Black for no. No real interpretation of the card. However, things escalated quickly as I displayed a particular talent for getting ‘lost in the cards.’
A general explanation of getting lost amounts to the definition of channeling. Essentially, the information skips the cards and jumps directly into the reader’s mind. Soon I was throwing complex, intuitive spreads that laid situations bare, right down to the date and time.
My mentor was impressed and promptly declared my cards were a crutch for a deeper talent. The deck was confiscated then destroyed.
I didn’t try my hand at cards again until after the turn of the century. It was harder to bond with the deck this time and I resorted to reading a book to refresh my memory of the cards’ meanings. After mastering the basics, I regained my ability to get lost in the cards. I didn’t give up this time. Instead, I pushed on and learned newer levels from which to glean information. Now, I read for a select few and will occasionally throw a spread for myself.

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