Reflecting on the beginning

 Starting to reflect back on when my connection to the esoteric began, I decided to start this blog to assist me in arranging my narrative into something with some semblance of coherency by creating a arrangement of how my inner development progressed. Or at least unbox some of it in one place to look over.

While giving a tarot reading yesterday someone asked me "How do you know?". They seemed to be asking how does one know when they have some ability that connects with the hidden side of the tapestry of reality. All I could think to say was, "I have read cards since I was a kid", The truth is that I never really thought about it.

Growing up I learned to use a pendulum, Ouija, and automatic writing from my aunt. Where did she learn? I don't know. She passed away earlier this year from COVID and I never asked. Never thought to ask until now. That is how life is at times.

She was living in one of my favorite childhood homes. The former house of my grandparents. The high point of my childhood. Learning about ghosts, playing in the old country graveyard across the road, and hearing stories of mountain lore from my grandparents. Learning to dowse water from my grandfather. Learning mountain healing by using a full moon. Hearing superstitions.

My first set of reading cards came to me when I was around the age of 12 or 13. Learning to see how the numbers somehow aligned with the questions that people had for me. Why was I doing readings for adults at such a young age? Good question, never really thought about that until this writing. But then again, that is the purpose of this blog, to make sense of the various compartments and boxes stored in the attic of my memory. Bring them out, dust them off, and line them up on the kitchen table to arrange them to see what meaning they might have for me. To see what story is there, and what deeper message and direction that might have been implicit but unnoticed this whole time.

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