This past weekend I attended the 28th Annual Ozark Mountain UFO conference in Eureka Springs, Arkansas. I took my book, Daughter of the Howling Moon to sell. I also took my tarot cards to do readings. ETs loved Daughter and my tarot reading was rad.
I’ve been reading the Tarot for over twenty years. I’ve read at numerous physic fairs, birthdays, bachelorette, girls-night-out parties, even a writing retreat. But I have never had a connection to a client so profound or rewarding as one I experienced this weekend.
Tarot readers are light workers. It is our job to bring hope, inspiration, and guidance to our customers. If you’ve ever experienced a reading that left you depressed or has scared the be-Jesus out of you, then you got a hold of a bad reader. Period. While we above-average readers won’t sugar-coat our messages received from a higher source, we will always find a silver-lining of hope in what we say. That is our job.
I pride myself on being the most joyful, fun-loving tarot reader you’ll find. A reading should be enjoyable. While I am quite serious in the messages I deliver, I get as excited, overjoyed, and enthusiastic as my client. And when I get on a roll, the room shines with light and rings with laughter. I am not a medium. I don’t usually see dead people. I don’t usually talk to them either. At times they have come through while reading, and I will acknowledge their presence. But this is rare.
Why am I telling you this? Because this weekend I had three overpowering readings for two sisters and their mother which changed both them and me. Forever.
I saw the two young women walk in together the first day of the conference. There was quite a crowd around but I noticed them right away. They didn’t walk past me, instead they talked to the gentleman who had a table next to mine. I didn’t want to eavesdrop, but time-after-time I found myself drawn to them. At one point, one of girls became quite emotional and struggled to keep tears from streaking mascara and blush. It was a losing battle. I felt empathy toward her. Not something I experience often. Again, I felt pulled but didn’t responded to the tug. However, I told myself if I got a second chance to speak to them, I’d jump on it.
As Universe ordained, I saw them the next day. I took a deep breath and said hello. Out of the blue I asked one of the women if she had a brother. When she confirmed that she did, that was all it took. The flood gates broke open. Her brother had not passed, never-the-less he was directing everything I said. How do I know this? Because I was speaking and telling her things I have never said before. Ever.
I won’t go into everything that went down between us, (which was quite a lot) because that is extremely non-professional, morally wrong, and, to be honest, no one’s business. Tarot readers are bound by an unspoken code not to blab about readings. It’s an invasion of privacy. Nine times out of ten, I don’t remember what I say anyway. True the words are coming out of my mouth, but they are not mine. They come from Universe. God. The Great White Spirit. The Force. Whatever you wish to call it. I am just a messenger. Even still I won’t discuss specifics of a reading.
The two women were sisters and looked so much alike they could’ve been twins. The messages I gave the younger of the two sparked tears once more, but not tears of sadness. Tears of relief. Tears of joy. The older of the two got a reading from me that hit home, gave confirmation, and bonded us like super glue. Their mother came to me afterwards, held my hand, and told me how grateful she was for the messages I had passed along, She said I had no idea what my words had done.
The next day, the first woman came back for a reading. Then Mom. Both of the readings were so full of joy that our laughter overwhelmed the room. People gawked. Some vendors even came over to ask what the heck was going on. The four of us were connected and experiencing a life-changing event. Shoot. Event doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface. Miracle is more like it.
In Daughter of the Howling Moon, Bethany Ann speaks about split-in-halves. These three woman and their brother were more than split-in-halves. They were one entity so strong, so full of love that they had split into fourths to come to this lower realm to express and give that love physically. The brother even shed his wings and halo to come to this dimension to save a lost soul. To give unconditional love. A huge statement, I know, but the truth none-the-less. I told you, the whole thing was profound.
I helped one heal. Which in turn, helped all of them heal.
My messages gave them peace and positive confirmation. I told them over-and-over how grateful and how honored I was that Universe chose me to bring healing and harmony to them.
I may never see these women again or even met their brother. I feel quite confident, however, we will hook up in the higher realm and share laughter, love, and joy once more. I will never, ever forget these three exceptional women and the spiritual bond that connected us in that wrinkle in time. A bond that will last a lifetime and beyond. I hope they read this blog and know that they are the reason I went to the conference. They are the reason why I read the Tarot.
These three women along with their son/ brother are proof positive that angels do indeed walk among us.
R.H. Burkett: author-Daughter of the Howling Moon, The Rook and the Raven
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From the older sister, thank you for writing this. My family loved connecting with you and your tarot readings helped us become more in touch with who we truly are and helped move things for each one of us. It was a “magical experience” to a writer of “magic”😉💜💜💜. I have no doubt our paths will cross again here and beyond. Much love and light to you.
Yes, Candi, we will meet again. So glad you saw this.
Hello Ruth!! 🙂 I want you to know your tarot reading was the best gift for me and it was so true!! The reading opened up so many doors ! My life has been changed in so many ways and you helped me realize what true inner peace and happiness was…thank you for all the love and laughter and the tears…..I could never wish for more..you are a beautiful light! Much love from the other sister.:) So glad Candi showed me this.. 🙂
Oh! Tracy, so glad you saw this as well! Made my week hearing from you and Candi.