She reads fortunes with Tarot cards. People go to her, and she tells them about themselves; things they thought no one else knew; things they didn't know about themselves. She shows them themselves, in ways they have never thought of. She shows them their same old selves, but in a different light. It's like seeing the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle magically arranged to make a picture completely different than the one on the box.
After they leave, a lot of these people buy a deck of Tarot cards, thinking they will read them for themselves. They think that they will tell their own fortunes. They think that what they have experienced, what they have been shown, is in the cards. It's not. The magic is in her, not in the cards. The cards are only a lens. She is the light.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Fortune Teller
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