“It’s a sign. Someone is going to die.” my mother exclaimed grimly as she slammed the door shut.
Her sign: the doorbell rang and no one heard it except her and her poodle (who beared an uncanny resemblance right down to the matching black bouffant hairdo) yet when she went to the door, no one was there.
I’m not sure if this was the Grim Reaper himself or just a strange coincidence, but a death notice was served and sure enough…a few days later, someone would keel over.
My childhood consisted of this sort of thing so it became part of my blood. In fact, on occasion, I get some pretty dramatic omens too.
I’ll never forget the time mom was in the hospital for weeks. She had always been a sickly woman so this was the norm in our household. But this time…something was off. The doctors couldn’t give us a straight answer.
After much pleading, one doctor finally told me that mom had a year to live, at best.
That same night, I was walking with my husband and I felt a sensation by my belly. It’s as if someone was sawing my umbilical cord. “She doesn’t have a year to live…she’s dying now.”
Mom had a stroke in the middle of the night and was gone three days later.
Like my mother, I pay attention to those things. Doorbells ringing, cards dropping to the floor, smells of flowers or cigars that seem to come from nowhere in particular, odd body sensations, and music. Mostly music.
I call them my musical oracles.
Like intuitive stuff, music has also always been in my blood. Or maybe, my bones. I feel music down to my core, my soul, much like a musician does. But I have zero musical talent.
I only have an ability to tap into intuitive messages that seem to come in a musical form.
That might be a lyric that goes through my mind as I’m typing up an email reading, a random rap that spills into my consciousness from out of nowhere, a song that shows up in my dreams – or at a time in my life when I need a particular message. And often, a song will haunt me for days or weeks…until an epiphany emerges.
Recently, David Bowie has been hanging around. A lot. It might be that his spirit is still lingering on the planet. Or perhaps people are still playing plenty of his songs because he’s gone and his shit was just that good. But after a full week of non-stop Bowie songs showing up everywhere I went (even in my dreams), I found myself asking out loud “why?”
And then it happened.
I got my message.
That’s all I’ll say for now but I do know that something new is coming. Something big. My ears are pricked and I’m ready when you are, Major Tom.
Speaking of big things: here I am, getting the first peek of The Tarot Coloring Book! Yay!!!
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She looks harmless enough: the 80 year old black widow.
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Tha God of Radio – check out this story about how Charlamagne became Tha God of Hip Hop Radio.
If you’re a fan of The Americans you might want to check out this real life story of the day these guys learned their parents were Russian spies. (Psst The Americans is partly based on this.)
Sign up: Randi Buckley is teaching a free workshop on Healthy Boundaries for Business: Social Media Edition. It’s this Wednesday!
A cry proof makeup tutorial. Just in case.
Makes me want to go back to school: former Noma chef is getting into school food.
According to this: staying friends with your ex is ruining your relationship. (I am still good friends with my ex and it has not impacted my relationship at all. Just sayin’.)
The Tarot Coloring Book, will be in stores soon! The official launch date is November 1st! It’s SO on!
If you’re in Minneapolis, be sure to sign up for this Tarot For Total Beginner’s Workshop with me!
Barbara Moore’s latest tarot book is out: Your Tarot Your Way: Learn to Read with Any Deck.
Oprah is gungho on Love Warrior. I may have to pick this book up.
Wonder what life is really like for chefs? This book aims to serve it up: Generation Chef: Risking It All for a New American Dream.
I’m all about planning and in LOVE with Danielle LaPorte’s Desire Map Planner. (Psst I mapped out the astro-dates.)
What I’m Grateful For:
A good night’s sleep
A weekend to myself
An inbox that is about to get emptied
Sunny skies, crisp air
Soundtrack for 9/24/16:
Starman by David Bowie – this is the song that plagued me for weeks!
© Theresa Reed | The Tarot Lady 2016
images from stock photography and personal collection