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Back when I was around 20 or so I got myself a tarot deck and started doing readings for people. (I worked at a summer camp at the time.)
At the beginning, I felt like I needed to put creative energy into the readings, to connect the dots of the cards so to speak, weave a plausible story from them.
But then the stories began to create themselves (or so it felt). It wasn't as if I were reaching for a connection between the cards and the person being read, it was like the person's story (or answer to their question) became clear to me, like I was merely reporting, not creating.
At some point I became so confident in what I said and the people I was reading said I hit it so squarely on the head ... that I got spooked and backed off. I figured either it was the power of suggestion (which is creepy, kind of like a con game) or I was in fact getting a real insight into their private lives via the cards. Either way, it felt uncomfortable.
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