Woo-Woo, Out of the Closet?

Talking to a friend about Facebook and the complications of mixing professional identities.

“I’m sure my web people thought I had taken leave of my senses, when I started posting a steady stream of Tarot and astrology stuff! I went from posting search engine optimization tips to a constant stream of daily Tarot forecasts and astrology articles.”

“Has anyone from high school contact you to…”

“…let me know I’m going to Hell?” I finished. I always called my hometown the “Buckle on the Bible Belt,” after all. While I have respect for Christianity, the group as a whole takes a dim view of star watching and card reading.

“No, not yet. But it’s only a matter of time. The question is, who is it going to be first? It could be family as likely as somebody from high school. It’s not like I’m trying to hide it anymore. All they have to do is Google me, and within minutes, it’s pretty clear what I do. I use my real name and picture everywhere.”

By the time Saturn finished it’s way through Virgo, I didn’t much care anymore who knew what. I was tired of keeping only part of myself visible, constantly monitoring who might have a bad reaction to what. While is was probably more prudent than just putting my color on display, I ceased tracking.

I’m in my mid forties now–if I cannot just “be” at this point, how I am and who I am, when is that ever going to happen? I’m going to start living more true when I’m fifty? Sixty? Am I waiting for my parents to pass on first? For more people to start finding it acceptable? To become somehow mainstream?

Because how I think is not mainstream. Not in this lifetime. My friend Uranus sees to that. I’ll always be the crazy cat lady because it’s in my DNA. I could impersonate mainstream, but I think little bits of my soul would be burned up in the process. And therein lies the crux–Hell, to me, is living without integrity, feeling the need to hide or lie about who I am.

Whatever skills and potentials I’ve been blessed enough to receive, I want to utilize! Gifts cannot shine if you’ve got them packed in the back of the closet, huh? Somebody may think what you make is ugly. But somebody else will find it beautiful. And besides, you really keep it out for yourself, anyway. You know?

Are you out of the woo-woo closet?

 

Reading for Other Professional Readers

professional tarot readersI was chatting with another lady working at the psychic fair. We were talking about the “first fair experience.” It had made her nervous when other readers came to her for a reading. She could see who had abilities when they walked up, and at first it gave her performance anxiety.

“So I just decided not to pay any attention, none at all, and just do my thing,” she said. I thought it a sound conclusion.

I knew what she was talking about, though. I’ve gotten nervous, reading for people I know do readings professionally–and especially other card readers. I guess you always wonder about being “good enough” or something. It’s like you have to be better at it than they are, in order to justify your work.

Of course, that’s silly. Everybody brings something different to the table, because individual strengths are as unique as an individual Fool’s Journey. A lilac bush isn’t required to smell better than the roses to justify it’s place in the garden.

Not to mention, anybody who’s ever tried to read for themselves knows it’s far easier said than done. Emotional turmoil disrupts your radar something fierce, and even if you manage to get a good read, you wonder if it’s wishes or fears talking. It can be very hard to sort out.

Of course, the other thing about working in this business–many of your clients will have skills, sometimes well-developed. Those drawn to get readings are often the ones most capable of tuning in themselves. It’s the nature of the business.

I’ve reconciled this in my own head by always asking (and expecting) those coming to work with me are the ones most able to benefit. Then I don’t have to bother with the details. In every reading, I ask for information that’s accurate, helpful, and in the highest good of all concerned. It doesn’t matter how many avenues one has to get the info–only that it makes its way where it needs to go. I’m honored when I’m able to serve in that capacity, whomever it’s for.

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