SheWolfPriestess » Do Cards always tell the Truth?

There is no simple answer to this question. Back in the days when I didn't read the Cards myself, but was just a recipient of messages, I decided that sometimes yes and sometimes no, but predictions come true often enough to be reliable. At that time, I didn't think much about these things, I only knew one person who reads Tarot and it was her I most often asked to do a spread for me. Relationship spreads were highly reliable - in retrospect, I can say that they never lied to me, even if they showed things that were hard for me to believe at the time. Spreads that were supposed to show general events in my life over a year's time - this was very different. The further away from the spread date, the less accurate the predictions. Spreads made by strangers were also much more accurate. This may seem a bit strange, theoretically people who know us well should better understand what is shown in the Cards. But now, as someone who reads the Cards myself, I know that in such situations it is often difficult to separate your own judgment – resulting from knowledge of the situation, from information provided from above. Then there is wishful thinking – it is really difficult to read the Cards to friends, especially if they are people you love. But if a surgeon should not operate on members of his own family, and a therapist should not conduct therapy for them – or for anyone they know, then there must be something to it and I think that this principle can also be applied to reading the Cards. A few years ago I discovered readings for the collective on YouTube. I met incredibly talented Tarot readers there . Discovering these readings on YouTube was like an epiphany for me. I cannot describe how much help they have been in my life. I absolutely could not afford to buy the readings, so this free help was a gift from fate. I will give you one example that I will never forget, because it was incredibly liberating. I listened to a reading by the one and only Lexi the Leo – I don’t remember what the topic was. But at one point you could clearly hear the tears in Lexi’s voice. She was talking about my childhood – and that of other people from the selected group, of course, but the reading was like personal. She didn’t know what exactly had happened – I’m sure they were different events for different people – but she sensed how horrible things were done to us. As I mentioned, I listened to this reading as if it was personal, not collective reading and then I realized that this was the first person to cry over my fate, over this terrible wrong that had befallen me as a child. Like most people with early childhood trauma, I minimized its significance. I have also already gotten rid of the burden of resentment and anger towards the people responsible for it. But it hit me like a bolt of lightning that the only person who has ever cried over this is a stranger, a complete stranger to me. All she had to do was spend some time in my energy to feel the hurt and empathize with me. So why hasn’t anyone in my family or friends cried over this yet? It wasn’t my mother, my sister, or my best friend who first offered me compassion and understanding, but a stranger on YouTube. That was the beginning of an important stage in my journey of healing from trauma. Lexi was one of the first tarot readers I met on YouTube, and to this day her readings resonate with me the most. Does that mean that her readings, and those of others, have always worked? No :)

But they were always exactly what I needed at the time and I am deeply grateful for their guidance. To explain it well, I will tell you another story from my life.

About 7 or 8 years ago, my entire team from work went on a short integration trip to the Bieszczady Mountains, at the invitation of one of our investors, who had a cottage in the mountains. Our team was small, there were 10 of us. The morning after we arrived, we all set off together (minus one person who was ill) for a walk in the mountains. The Bieszczady Mountains are not high, I am a good walker, so despite the lack of appropriate shoes and clothing (no money), I set off with everyone else, in boots and an ankle-length coat - I had no other shoes or warm clothing. It was autumn, a cold rain was falling, there was mud and wet leaves everywhere. After the first half an hour, it turned out that this was not a trip for me. I made it through the first steep hillside with the utmost difficulty, slipping every now and then, clinging to bushes and branches, and often enlisting the help of others. So I approached our host and told him I had to go back – God only knows how I’d get down, maybe like on a sled, but I couldn’t go any further in these shoes. In response, I heard that we had just one more hillside and that would be the end. So I decided to stay, I managed to go up one, I could manage another one, and then I’d somehow get down. We came to another steep hillside, which I managed to overcome with no more grace than the first, and at the top I started looking around for a shelter that was supposed to be our resting place before returning to the cottage. There was no shelter in sight, the boss was leading us on. We came to another steep hillside, and I asked what had happened, it was supposed to be over. In response, I heard that it had been a mistake, but that this was definitely the last hillside. It seemed more reasonable to climb another hill than to return alone, so I went up with everyone else, having found a pole to support myself. Not to drag this out unnecessarily: the story of “definitely the last hillside” repeated itself a few more times. In total, there were a dozen or so of these steep hillsides before we reached the top. At some point, it didn’t matter to me, I simply walked forward, wondering in my mind how the hell I was going to get down from all this. I wondered if there was some road to the shelter that cars could drive on, and if I could maybe carpool with someone. In any case, I didn’t ask any more questions, I was indifferent to everything, but I was certain that there would be no physical possibility of me going down on my own, since I could barely manage to go up, and as we know, going up is easier than going down. Nevertheless, after a few hours we reached the shelter, all dirty and exhausted, me most of all due to the lack of equipment. We got dinner and drank a mug of mulled beer. It was like an energy elixir for me. I regained my composure, cheered up and decided that it didn't matter to me, I went up, I'd get down, at most I'd get bruised and broken, but I certainly wouldn't kill myself. And after an hour's rest, full of newly regained strength and energy, I set off with the whole group down. I found myself another pole and, half-descending, half-sliding, I walked happily with everyone. Our boss's orientation had failed us a bit, we had gone very far from the cottage. After walking 21 kilometres in the mountains, we were really exhausted and the thought of walking another 10 kilometres, even on flat ground, did not arouse any enthusiasm in anyone. Luckily, the ill person who had stayed in the cottage came to pick us up and took us back to the cottage in two rounds. Driving with the first round in a warm car shaking mercilessly over bumps, I couldn't think of anything other than sitting in front of the fireplace with something warm to drink. Unfortunately, my hopes were disappointed again – the cottage was on a hill, so to save the engine, we were dropped off almost a kilometer before the cottage. And this last bit was probably the hardest to overcome. The path wasn’t as steep as the previous climbs, but was covered in rocks that painfully hurt my feet, which were already very sore due to the thin soles of my shoes. My disappointment was shared by the rest of the group, we very slowly covered this last part, envying those waiting and being driven to the door of the cottage.

Am I proud of this feat? Honestly, no. I didn’t need it for anything. I like walking, but I am definitely a sea person, not a mountain person. This trip resulted in my complete loss of trust in my boss. For many years I didn’t understand why this story happened to me, which I considered completely unnecessary in my life. It was only recently that I understood its meaning.

When I started my path of deep healing, a few years after completing psychotherapy, I was terrified by the thought of all the duties that I would neglect during that time. I have always been a person of action, my calendar was full of tasks from morning to night, in a constant rush and trying to do as much as possible in the shortest possible time. My financial situation was worse than bad, I could not afford a break at all. But at the same time I reached a point of complete burnout and was unable to do any work. Finally I decided to do something very brave: I told myself that this treatment was the most important and if I had to devote even a whole week to it, then be it. I would manage. Somehow I would work off all this backlog later, I know myself. I listened to a few readings on YouTube, which all confirmed to me that I had the last bit of healing ahead of me, a little more time and everything would be fine and I would be ready to act again. This calmed me down somewhat and I allowed myself to fully focus on myself and my inner work.

This happened about 3 years ago and I still do not know if the most important things are behind me. Fortunately, I am no longer in this energy of stagnancy, but who knows what more can happen.

On the path to awakening your true self and Ascension you encounter many breakthroughs. I didn't know about it when I started on this path. After the first one I was sure that it was over, the matter was settled. But there were more. And more. And more. And in between - very difficult things to overcome. Guess what this reminds me of.

I didn't care about climbing this mountain at all. But about getting rid of everything that wasn't mine and discovering my true, healthy self - very much. However, I am fully aware that if I had heard from the beginning that it would take a few years, not a week - I would never have decided to start on this path. As always, I would have postponed it until later, when there was time for it, when my finances were not in a terrible state, when my children were grown. No one with common sense could make such a decision, being in a similar situation to mine, to let go of control over their life and take care of themselves - from the inside, for years.

So, do the Cards always tell the truth? I wanted to write that no, but that wouldn't be true either. Because truth is something bigger than we realize - it's like a multidimensional object, we are never able to see the whole picture - we only see the side facing us. That's why you can say that the Cards always tell the truth, but they don't always present the facts in accordance with reality. They are like an oracle. They are not the Akashic Records - unless someone connects with them during the reading. I don't do that, because I think it's not my business to delve into someone's life so much, it's too intimate. I am there to tell people what they need to hear at a given moment, because it will be of the greatest benefit to them. And it's also not my business to know how much it matches reality. Remember what the Oracle told Neo at their first meeting, about whether he was the Chosen One. You come to the Oracle to hear exactly what you need to hear at a given moment.

The cards have never let me down – they could make me sad, angry, but they always directed me to the right path, calmed me down when I needed it, lifted my spirits and helped me overcome this incredibly difficult path. The more trust I had in them, the better they resonated with me.

It is important to remember that energy is always changing. That is why readings about the distant future are so often divergent from what is actually happening. When we delve into the energy of a reading, it is for the here and now. And if we came to a reading just to change something in our life or behavior, everything can change drastically.

You should trust the Cards. But with a fortune teller, like with a psychotherapist – if there is no vibe, it will not work. Not everyone is for everyone. It is worth finding someone you trust, whose readings go straight to you. And always, always remember that everything can change and that we can change everything. Card readings are just a tool – you could call it a craft tool, bearing a strong mark of its creator, that we get in our hands. And we decide what to do with it. It is worth remembering that people reading the Cards – including me, are just a channel of information that we often do not even understand. We receive this information from spirits guides who help us interpret what we see in the Cards. Each Card is like a word, but the meaning of words also changes depending on the context. And this context must be felt, which is why it is dangerous to read the Cards using only their description and it is worth using the services of people who do it professionally. I recommend mysel :) If you feel the vibe.