The occult and fortune telling has always earned a healthy dose of my respect, most likely because I have very vivid nightmares that scare the pants off me. When you wake up at 4am in a pitch-black room, sitting bolt upright with a shout, covered in cold sweat and your heart pounding… Yeah. Anything otherworldly makes me shiver.
It also stirs my curiosity to no end. I’d love to see in the future. I’d love to know whether people really do have psychic talents. I’m thrilled when someone attempts to let me peek into the unknown. I’m the type of guy that needs to see the proof, so a tarot reading has me avidly comparing real life events to what I was told. When they don’t match up, I crow about how fortune-telling is a crock. When they do seem to be related, I’m all excited.
For fun long ago, someone pointed me to a tarot-reading website. We clicked around, compared fortunes, had a good laugh… and I subscribed to a weekly newsletter delivery. Don’t ask me why; I’m really not into that kind of thing and newsletters are a waste of time.
Faithfully, the website sends me one Major Arcana card a week and describes the card’s meanings. I read, I’m amused, and I go back to work. I can’t help myself, though – at the end of each week, I compare what happened in that period to what the card predicted.
The coincidences (ah, but are they truly coincidences) are amazing. Every week that I’ve receive a card warning me to watch out, something unfortunate or difficult has happened. Every week I’ve received a good card, the great times just keep coming. I can’t say whether my subconscious has anything to do with it or whether I’m interpreting the information as I see fit. Maybe. It’s still pretty cool though.
This past week’s card was the Wheel of Fortune. We had been having slow times, nothing major, nothing to worry about. The card said I’d either have great fortune or terrible times. Huh. I filed it and forgot about it.
Three days later, work started coming in – and coming in, and coming in, and coming in. We have lulls and peaks in our work, but this was beyond usual. It’s been two days now, and I’m still getting requests for work. Plus, everyone that we’re working for is pleased beyond belief at what we’re delivering. Compliments are really nice to hear. Life is good.
Too good. I emailed Harry last night and said, “Okay, the wheel can stop now, I’m happy.” Strange – just a day or two ago, I was blogging about being an instant star. Like they say, be careful what you wish for; it just might come true.
