Thursday, December 4th, I bought a deck of Tarot Cards. I did this because, given all my experiences lately, that it was important for me to use them to the best of my ability.
That was under a week ago. The first day that I had them, I unwittingly disturbed a friend of mine deeply; she accused me of talking about her with another of her friends, playing a trick on her.
Also, I've been told that I adopt a monotone voice when I get into the readings. I don't quite know what the cards represent, so I have a booklet to offer me the interpretations, while the rest is up to me. But everything is accurate, and in many cases extensions to previous readings that these people have had.
Tarot cards work for absolutely anyone. It's a matter of will and wisdom that allows an individual to interpret the meanings of each card properly.
The first day I used them (Friday, December 5th) I got this odd feeling in my body. As if I wasn't breathing enough, or that I was about to faint (though my mind felt perfectly awake). After finishing my friend's reading, I left. Shortly after I had left, my hand began moving itself. I remember this intense pressure, as if someone was forcing my hand to move. It clenched into a fist that resembled the letter 'N' in sign language. Since then I've found that I can pass control of my arm to a spirit or angel that is near me at all times.
However, communication is nearly impossible. So I simply said, "I know you're there. I know you're watching. Give me a sign. The Page of Cups." The Page of Cups is a Tarot card. I had said this at school, and had forgotten about it entirely afterwards. In the evening, I proceeded to do a reading on myself (though this is not recommended by traditions, I find I have no trouble in doing so). The first card I flipped over, I stated, "This represents myself."
It was the Page of Cups. As soon as I saw it, I thought, "He's here."
During school again, I took a pencil in my hand and tried to focus. I wrote, "Tell me your name," and waited. Though the name "Uriel" had popped into my head, it was one of the ONLY angel names I knew (Michael, Uriel, Auriel, Lilith are the ones I was familiar with at the time), so I knew it couldn't be correct.
Monday, December 8th, I sat with my friend Joseph while shuffling the cards about. I told him about my angel and my experiences with him, and about the Page of Cups. Then I flipped a card over on to my bed. There, facing him, sat the Page of Cups.
We consulted a Dictionary of Angels, by Gustav Davidson. I first looked in the back, and checked under my sign, Libra, my month, October, and my ruling planet, Venus. Uriel was the one I found familiar. Closer research revealed that he was, in fact, my angel.
I read to Joseph several different black magic spells found in the back of the book. He told me, upon reading the Incantation for a Magic Carpet, that a particular name had rang in his ears. Agla.
I looked it up. Agla, a spirit used in Monday conjurations (today being Monday) which call upon Lucifer. For invoking or exorcising Lucifer. And the name of God that Joseph had invoked to deliver him from his brothers. It was "convenient" or "coincidental," as some might call it.
The words that my friend Julie used to describe me were "True Medium." I'm still learning what it means. I know that mastering Tarot cards in a single day is some feat, especially when I don't stick to the "traditional rules" of it. Heck, I even spontaneously create my own card spreads when questions "feel" right. I know that channeling spirits can also be a big deal. My auric sight and hearing (yes, energy has a sound too) has been improving. It's like everything is starting to fall into place, which is not so much odd, just an interesting new experience. I don't mean to brag. Everything just feels so ordinary. It's as if I don't learn it. Just recognize it. From another life, another existence, or even in dreams once hopelessly lost within my subconscious.
I know that there are spirits, fallen angels, demons, or whatever you wish to call them. I know they are out there, and that they can be dangerous. But I've come to realize that any person can control how much of themselves they release, whether to God, to some spirit, to angels, or even to their own intuitive influence.
I don't have questions, but I'm eager to know what others have to say.