The Value Of My Readings

One thing I cringe at in the spiritual community is the forced meaning-making of enterprises or individuals. No one can tell me how I will be healed or what will be the soothsayer to my soul—but they can give me a message. And it may turn out to be the one I needed the most.

On this journey with my spiritual business, I’ve been asked to evaluate the value of what I am offering. Why would someone come to me, and what would they get out of it?

I have always struggled with this, in the sense that how could I determine what the takeaway would be? I can only truly describe what I get out of it. The services I offer are not fancy piles of fluff I decided to try on one day. They’re not breezy flights of fancy—they are essences of me and my daily rituals. My connection to spirit is a living relationship that I constantly nurture. We are in continual communion. I speak to my guides often; I turn to them in darkness and in light. They have always been there for me, bringing clarity in the fog and warmth in the cold.

I knew I wanted to help bring healing after receiving a profound gift from a medium. She connected me to someone I had lost and gave me the words I needed to hear more than anything else. She calmed a part of my heart that had been turbulent for a lifetime. There was so much emotion around the death of this person that I wasn’t open to them psychically, and she connected me to him. I was forever changed, and life once again flowed from decay. Whenever I think of what I want to bring to people with my craft, I think of her—of paying it forward in any way I can.

In my work, I connect to the spirits of passed loved ones. I receive messages from spirit. I speak messages that feel like water in my ear. I tell my clients what I see, even if I have no idea what it means. I don’t know the meaning behind the visual or the word—I’m just the conduit, the spirit talker.

Before every reading, I ask my guides and the guides of my client to help me be a conduit for healing. I earnestly ask them to make my channel clear and to help me bring forth something the client needs to know. I ask for the words to be a salve to a burn, to be the cooling breeze on a hot day.

Astrology is my absolute obsession. It is an ancient knowledge that I voraciously devour. Every day, something turns in my head and I am down another rabbit hole, neck-deep in lectures and charts. I learn so much about astrology because my curiosity is insatiable, and its theories are consistently proven to have merit.

Spirit—astrology—gives me reassurance. Astrology especially helps me have faith in my path because I am able to see clearly that everything has its timing. I see clear dates that mark the beginning and end of a struggle, as well as the seeds of promising new beginnings. It reminds me that life is a symphony, and not all instruments are meant to play at once. Sometimes we need to focus on just one sound to truly soak it all in. It’s okay to not fall in love with the love of your life for another two years. Isn’t it easier to accept that now is not the time for love, but the time for career? Or the time to find yourself—and love will come in due course.

The tarot card The Wheel of Fortune says that what was down will come up, and what was up will go down. As is the nature of the wheel, all of life has a season and a rhythm. So much of our suffering comes from trying to fight that rhythm, from begging life to turn on another song. Meanwhile, we’re missing the beat—missing the party, even. Astrology enables me to stand at the centre of the wheel and accurately predict when it will turn. It helps me accept my struggles when I have them and see that the light will shine again. To anticipate and foresee the brightness of my own victory. The wheel turns, on and on. The only constant is change.

Tarot is clarity—the aloe vera to a sunburn. What emotional issues rise in the waters today? What is the outcome I anxiously ruminate about? Tarot has become my ritual. It tells me the secrets of what’s to be, reassuring me, sometimes warning me, but always proving to be right. It is my bedtime ritual, my morning muse, and my afternoon delight.

With every reading, I hope to bring you a salve—reassurance, clarity, faith, and a feeling that you’re not alone, because that is what all of this has given me. My purpose is to bring that to you, with an earnest wish that it can be the light for you that it is for me.

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