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A Halloween Scene, part 1: What the Tarot Card Reader Said

We went to an utterly spooktastic halloween party at our friend Amber’s house last weekend…. he as zombie Bob Ross, and me as a Fall Fairy. We brought some friends, too.

Fairies and penguins, slackers and zombies…. oh my!

Amber and her friends did an amazing job setting up the party, themed after a haunted carnival. Everything from the mood to the food was eeeeerily awesome.

A carnival canopy of twinkling lights

The sideshow-style artwork and a bar modeled like the back of a gypsy wagon were some of my favorite decorations

Themey carnie grub like gummy worm-infested popcorn, peanuts and pretzels kept us close to the buffet all night.

They also had a tarot card reader there, as a treat. We signed up. Our host suggested we go in together, it sounded fun, so we did. Let me preface this by saying that I’d seen a tarot card reader exactly once in my life before then. At another party. And it was pretty dead on. Like, scarily on point. And, while I personally doubt that cards can predict one’s future, I do believe in the power of keen intuition… and that some people are more tuned in to their’s than others. And if not, well, its good for a laugh, right?

So, we walked into the Tarot room. The reader was there. A former actress that used to pretend to be a psychic…. until she “realized she really is one”.

She got all lit up and bubbly when we sat down. Said we had incredible energy as a couple. She gave us each a tarot deck to shuffle while each focusing on a question.

Hunter was up first, and asked about his career. The psychic saw lots of success in acting in his future. Character acting. Definitely many future return trips to New York for work. Broadway, maybe? She had visions of him performing monologues…. speeches. We watched as she stared intently at a blank spot across the room, intensely trying to decipher what her vision of the phantom-future Hunter was performing there. A Sitcom, perhaps? Or a one-man-show? “Definitely, stick to acting”, she told him. “There’s a future for you there.”

I looked over at him, happily. He looked happy too. That was exactly what he needed to hear.

My turn. I cut the deck. “Am I on the right path?” I wondered, feeling kind of silly saying it out loud.

I didn’t quite get the answer to that, but she was very excited. “I don’t even need the cards with you two. The energy is amazing. I can just see it!” She started bubbling.

Abruptly, she got serious. “You guys have got to stay together. You have to. I can just hear them…. all the kids out there….. lined up out there, hoping to be your children. I can hear them”.  I’m not sure what better compliment you can give to a couple, especially when the wife in question has a biological clock sounding its alarm every five minutes. All those babies out there… just wishing for us? I could cry just thinking about that.

She went on to tell me that I am a leader, and that people are drawn to want to work with me. More specifically, that “people want to sit below you, and listen to you.” She told me I had no ego (oh, how I wish that were true). She looked me dead in the eye. “You’re the boss,” she said “You’re in charge.”

She looked at Hunter. “She’s the boss.”

“Oh, I know” he said, laughing. I blushed. As a business owner, being the boss both comes naturally to me and yet owning it is a constant struggle. It was awkwardly comforting to hear her say that to me with such conviction, like it was undeniable fact, and I was the only one doubting it.

Then she cautioned me “don’t let anyone sign your checks. You must always know where your money is going. I have to say this, so you can’t say I didn’t…. you have to sign your checks. You,” she said to Hunter, “can write them, but she has to know where the money is.” Eeek. That’s kind of ominous, no? Well, I guess it is or isn’t. Depending on how tight a handle I can manage to keep on our monies.

And then….. our time was up.

Truth or fiction aside, it was an entertaining experience that perked up my confidence and allayed some of my fears. My rational side is inclined to dismiss it all away as novelty, but my imagination, my ego (ah, that tricky ego) and my heart desperately want to believe her. There’s much to be said about the power of intuition, and I hope that, on most points, hers knows what its talking about. But one thing’s definitely in my future: the next time I have the chance to visit with a Tarot reader for free, I’ll take it. Cuz, hey, why not… right?

Thanks to Amber for such a fun Halloween eve!