Seminole Beach: Psychic Shop

Where am I today? At the psychic shop. Having my Tarot cards read. Does that mean I believe passionately in Tarot cards?

Noooo. I’m aware they date back to 1400’s Italy and were used to play a game called tarocchi, which was similar to bridge. And that they weren’t a method of divination until some French guy, who believed passionately in the Egyptian Book of Thoth, created a new deck in the 1700s and gave a meaning to each card.

So why would I pay $2 a minute to define my future based on a parlor game-turned-psychic-phenomena by a French seed-merchant-turned-occultist? Especially one who was hung up on a book written in hieroglyphs in 300BC?

Because I have a twisted sense of humor and James, the guy who reads them for me is funny as hell and gives good advice. I know, I know, that’s a contradiction in terms right? What guy gives good advice?

Also, James believes that your subconscious governs your thoughts while you shuffle - and I like to know what my subconscious is thinking. He says the right cards are always on top, even if they say you spend too much time alone, have trouble sleeping or will have a large infusion of cash in August.

Until next time . . .