My Tarot Story

Years ago, when I first was giving a deck of Tarot cards, I played with them constantly. My husband was recovering from back surgery and I was the house bound care giver. Our first son was just starting out into the world. He was a total rebel. He had quit school, bumming around on odd jobs and starting in his first low income apartment. The car we had given him had not been maintained.It had no brakes. My son thought it was a funny challenge to manover with the only an emergency brake. It was due an inspection, which would never pass and he had let the insurance lapse. Being a mother, I was very concerned about his health and safety. That nigh before retiring I laid out a card for him. The page of wands. I meditated about how much I wish I could find a way to help him straighten his life out. In a harmless jester, I lay the wheel of fortune card in a cover position. Before the alarm went off the phone woke me. It was the local mechanic . He said he didn't want to alarm me, but my sons car was wreck on the bridge about two miles from my home. No one was there, but there was a blood trail across the bridge. I was in such a panic, I didn't even thank him for calling. I graped some clothes and was hoping into my shoes as I dashed for my car.

First stop, his apartment. His car was not there. I could barely straddle all the bodies sleeping on the floor. Thous with their heads cover, I uncovered. "Where's my son", was answered with moans and groans. Some one pointed to the bed room. I pulled the covers from his head. Thank God, there he was. "Are you all right?" He laughed his annoying little smirk, "Of course." His smirk left his face and one of concern replaced it as I filled him in on my phone conversation. He rose to check the location his car had once been parked. Then he proceeded to see who was still there. One by one they began analyzing who was missing. Jeff, he was the only one not accounted for. He was the brother my son's girlfriend. Both my son and his girlfriend accompanied me to the crash site. The mechanic was already there. In my panic, I had forgotten to make arrangements for the wrecked vehicle. He asked if I wanted it moved. He had not reported it to the police, yet. Since there was no insurance on it, he suggested it removed immediately, to my home. We agreed. Then proceeded up the road another three mile to Jeff's house. We knocked, but no one answered. The door was open. We entered. We had barely stepped inside before Ms. Hill flew across the room to evict her intruders. Her daughter tried to calm her as spied Jeff on the couch and pushed by. Before she could grasp me, I threw back his covers. He was covered in blood. He sat up and tried to collect his thoughts. His face was extremely swollen. By the time we had exchanged all the events, Ms. Hill said she would get him to the doctors. So we left and I returned the young couple to the apartment. When I returned home it was daylight and the cards still lay on the table, I sunk into the chair, with an erie feeling through out my body. Had I caused this? Are Tarots more than a game? When the mechanic delivered the wreck vehicle, he said they were very lucky some one didn't get killed. My guilt was some what lifted and replaced with relief. As I returned to the house, I looked over at the wrecked car in the woods and thought and no one ever will be killed in that car, it scrape. When I returned the cards to the deck I place one on the bottom and one on the top, so they no longer would touch each other. I learned a whole new respect for the Tarot. Even when I wish for things, now, I always add, that no harm comes to others.