I don't know why I sat down. Or even why I thought I needed to. I've been reading the Tarot since my early twenties investigations into the Kabbalah and the I Ching.
Sometimes it's better to get another readers point of view though, so I sat. Or should I say, I followed an impulse which told me to sit.
I've been a lot of things in my day, including a phone psychic, Barney, a wildlife rescue coordinator, a drug smuggler, and other things to heinous to mention here.
I rarely seek advice from others. I prefer to hide behind my "Don't shoot me, I'm just the piano player" facade.
But tonight was different. Why this gypsy, in this casino, at this particular moment? Because the impulse said so. It's the same impulse that says duck, or jump out of the way, or run for your life. You don't take the time to analyze it. You just do it or die. So I sat.
She knew it. She smiled at me through cracked, yellow, teeth.
"I saw you coming" she chuckled.
"Yeah, there's one born every minute",
"Not like you. You almost died".
I was two months pre mature. Just two pounds, eleven ounces.
"That's what I hear"
"Too mean to die", she snorted.
"So what's your excuse"? I queried matter-of-factly.
'Heh, heh". She was dealing out the cards in an unusual spread that I didn't recognize.
"My grandmother taught me this one. She was from Serbia."
"Mine was from Sicily".
"Yes. She left him for the cruel one".
She was refering to my grandmother leaving my grandfather for her second husband.
She went on. "His branch has prospered while the good branch failed".
"So far maybe. There's still a chance". I gritted my teeth.
Neither my deceased brother or I myself have produced a male heir. I have a son, but he's estranged from me and has another last name.
She laid out a card signifying the twins, "The fair one...she is strong".
"My daughter"....A Gemini.
"Yes, more yours than hers"...she meant my ex.
"You use your genius in petty ways, my, what a waste". She looked almost sad.
"I am my own worst enemy".
"And your own best friend". She shot me a look. "There's more, much more".
"Any of it good"?
"Better lucky than smart. You find luck in places where others lose it".
"You mean here"?
"Yes".
"I don't gamble".
"Your whole life has been a gamble, and the die still rolls".
"Be specific old woman"!
Her eyes narrowed. "Be nice to a friend. You need a friend right now or you wouldn't be sitting here".
"Sorry"....
"Patience my little mistake...What was it they called you"?
"Boo Boo". Now I was annoyed.
"Boo Boo, heh heh, yes", she seemed to enjoy saying it.
She grabbed my hand. "You have thirteen more years to thrive. After that you begin your recession to the trees and water".
No doubt refering to my plans to retire to the mountains of Virginia, from whence I came.
"My daughter....." I choked unexpectedly.
"She will be strong, and he (my son?) favors you and will come to find you".
"Will he ever love me"?
"In his own way...and too late". She sighed. "But the branch florishes by another name, still rooted in you".
"Will I love again"?
"Oh yes, you will. You are lucky in love".
"Could'a fooled me", I laughed.
"I doubt it. You make me weary. Thirty five bucks Boo Boo".
I flipped her a fifty. "Take a break friend". I got up to leave...
"One more thing" she croaked.
"What"?
'Be careful in the wilderness, watch what you eat".
"The cactus"?
"The Gods are your friends, don't anger them".
I zipped up my jacket against the cold and hit the street.
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