The other day my son announced he wants to learn to read tarot cards. I was – to put it mildly – flabbergasted.
Before now, my son has lumped card reading in with All Things Witchlike (translated: Under No Circumstances To Be Done In Public). But at a recent scout campout he saw another boy using them, so now all bets are off. Well … at least when it comes to tarot.
You see, my son is every bit as careful as I am to stay closeted. He’s quick to remind me to turn off the pagan music before I open the car door. To confirm my work room is locked before bringing a friend over. And to loudly announce said friend as he ushers him through the front door, so we won’t say anything untoward.
As a matter of fact, the coven now regularly uses the phrase “Montague’s* here” when all talk of Smooching the Devil’s Buttock needs to come to a grinding halt.
Even when Montague is not here.
So you can imagine I was fair suprised to hear of my son’s plans to join the tarot-reading ranks. He is, however, now the proud owner of a tarot deck of his very own, which he is busy communing with and meditating upon.
I’ve worked out a simple card spread for him to use, based on this witch’s pyramid-inspired one. Actually, I’ve used it myself a few times. It’s fast and surprisingly helpful:
- Tribe of Lights –Show me what’s hidden,
The help to be bidden,
The action to take,
And the habit forsake.
Basking in the glow of my son’s new-found interest, I have it in me to wonder … what on earth is next?____________ *Not, of course, his real name.