Comic: Tell the Future?

Tarot & phobias

In the shower this morning I was accosted by a large huntsman (spider) who decided to cling to my toe in an attempt to escape the water and soap suds! Crikey! I jumped about as high as the horse in the Knight of Wands and undoubtedly had a similar expression on my face! Eeeooow! [shudder] Which prompted me to find a card that would accurately reflect my experience.

Admittedly, I had not associated the Knight of Wands with phobias before this, but a closer examination of the beast’s facial expression and body posture leads me to conclude that (in light of my own experience) from this day forth it will represent phobias, for me!

Australia has spiders, lots and lots of spiders. Soon after we first moved here my youngest son (who is an arachnophobe) had his first encounter with a huntsman too. I recorded his reaction in the video attached, it is absolutely hysterical! But be warned, his *colourful* language is for a mature audience only!

Tarot & Hiccups!

You’re a new reader in town, doing tarot readings at the local market and desperate to establish yourself as a credible reader.  You check your posture, remind yourself to use your best, most enlightened voice, and hope that you’ll come across as someone who knows what she’s doing.

All seems to go well at first; your querent is sitting on the edge of her seat hanging off every word you say. Her eyes grow wider as you draw the dreaded Death card and dramatically place it on the table in front of her. “Nothing to be concerned about” is what you’re about to say to her in a soothing but knowing voice, instead a loud audible “HIC” escapes from your mouth!

Her startled eyes shoot up at you sending sharp darts into your already bruised ego, but you quickly compose yourself with a nervous twitch and try again, this time in a firmer more authoritative voice: “The Death card doesn’t necessarily mean actual… HIC you say, with utmost conviction.

“What I mean to say is that, although the Death… HIC… card, I mean… this card seems to be… HIC… ummm… it’s not always a bad… HIC… bad thing…” your voice trails off in defeat, ending in another loud “HIC just for good measure…

LOL! Has that ever happened to you? How would you deal with it if it did? Share your tips and comments here.