The Psychic Burp, or was it more?

There are many weightier matters I could be investigating while acquainting myself with cartomancy; the use of ordinary playing cards for divination, using these instead of, or alongside my tarot cards.

I could be discussing the state of the nation, but heck, Life is also made of little things.

We have recently been on our travels, an undertaking by car and ferry, and for me, by wheelchair, touring in France: The D day beaches, Pornic in Brittany, Rocamadour in Lot in the Dordogne, a night in Nantes and north again for a final night in beautiful Bayeaux before catching the ferry home again next day – a 5 hour crossing to Portsmouth.

Rocamadour is spectacular in the extreme. We stayed in a small hotel, Les Esclargies– at the top of the great cliff above the famous sanctuary with the old main street below it. You can go down in a funicular.

The hotel is in an oak clearing or glade and after a stormy 6 hour drive from Pornic, we arrived after heavy rain to see a red squirrel robbing a hanging bird feeder. We  had a downstairs room with a good sized bathroom and wet room. We stayed a few days and late one afternoon, I sat outside with my cards while inside with the patio door open, Il Matrimonio snoozed.

Simply heavenly.

Les Esclargies, Rocamadour 2017.jpg

I shuffled my playing cards asking, what is Il Matrimonio doing right now?

Why would I bother to ask when I already knew the answer?

That is precisely the reason for doing it. To see if I draw the cards I expect to draw when I already know the answer, and to see if those cards are an accurate or meaningful reflection of those facts already known, harnessing that benefit of hindsight in order to challenge my accuracy rates in randomly drawing a relevant card.

I expected to draw the Four of Spades in its most benign aspects.

4 spades images

Traditional Meanings: Bed, rest, illness, recuperation, the need for caution, the sick bed, hospital room, coffin, a jail cell, rest, confinement, exhaustion, need to take it easy, move at a slower pace, bed-ridden, feeling fenced in, staying at home, an unhealthy situation, feeling trapped, feeling sick and tired.

Gentle snorting noises proceeded to issue from the open door behind me.

But no…I didn’t draw the Four. I drew the Three of Spades.

3 Spades

Traditionally: loss and deception, lies, misunderstanding, confusion, a growing problem, a worsening condition, deterioration, disease, infection, third-party interference, a third wheel, meddling,  a love triangle, what goes on behind the scenes, trials and tribulations, a test, an exam.

I associate it with the Tarot’s Three of Swords; heartache, separation, quarrels, mourning and sometimes literally, cardiac or respiratory symptoms.

3 Swords

Il Matrimonio is somewhat prone to indigestion. I found that if he avoids gluten, he doesn’t seem to get it, but travelling, on holiday, avoiding gluten was not such a practical proposition for him, and besides, the croissants and pastries at breakfast were rather too delish.

Uh oh, I thought, contemplating the Three of Swords, what’s this? I hope everyone’s all right at home, and as for him, I wonder if he’s got a bit of heartburn.

And no sooner had I articulated this thought, there came a burp from inside and Il Matrimonio sat up muttering something about wanting the bicarb.

I think that counts as validation.

So, to add to the vocabulary of the Three of Swords, let us add, indigestion, heartburn, bicarbonate…and burps.

Here’s a kicker though.

Here’s the sting in this tale.

Something strange happened our last night there, a Friday night or Saturday small hours. I had the distinct and quite startling impression that someone pulled twice, quite sharply at my bed covers, trying to drag away the small cushion supporting my knees (pain management of rheumatoid disease)

I mentioned it immediately. We had only just switched the lights out when I felt the first sharp tug, but Il Matrimonio hadn’t noticed anything odd, not the first time nor the second time, but a bad night followed, for the first part of the night. Frightening dreams involving being pushed in a bed, a malevolent coven and the fear of imminent death.

I have had such experiences before, not often, and at the time they have made no sense, – one might as well have put it down to booze or something, although I do not drink or use substances likely to tamper with my view of reality. But days later, and on one occasion, eighteen months later, these dreams or whatever they were revealed themselves to have been a foreshadowing. I once dreamed of an earthquake at the end of my road, I was trying to jump a widening crack in the pavement, and a week later to the day, and after an odd, jittery day,  the real one arrived at one in the morning. An actual earthquake…in Lytham St Anne’s in the small hours, and it made the national papers  

The epicentre was in Market Rasen in Lancashire, and it was teeny, but the experience when it actually happened, was eerie as hell. I don’t want even to imagine the terror of a big one. I reckon we can sense these things in the same way that birds and animals are known to do…given sufficient absence of distraction.

And the Three of Spades, like the Tarot’s Three of Swords, can mean mourning.

We returned to shortly receive news of a death, a phone call and it was an uncle of Il Matrimonio’s. This was a quiet death in hospital after a short illness and at the age of 82. It happened on the Friday following our last night in Rocamadour and apparently, some tube got pulled out of his uncle’s arm as he lay in his hospital bed, with fatal results although perhaps it would not have made any difference either way.

Poor Il Matrimonio nurses kind memories of his uncle … and tears have been shed.

Here we are, happy but tired and bug-eyed..well, you don’t go touring for a rest, but for what you can see.

KTLN and Don  Rocamadour 2017.jpg

Until next time 🙂

About Katie-Ellen Hazeldine

Tarot Reader, Consultant & Writer in Lancashire, UK. Not fortune telling. Advisory readings with a focus on specifics and with forecasts as appropriate.
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2 Responses to The Psychic Burp, or was it more?

  1. ClaudiaCV says:

    Quite interesting, Katie. So, do you think that the cards might not interpret time as we do, as in when you say “what is he doing now” –te answer might reflect something in the near future?

  2. Hi Claudia 🙂 The fascination of divinatory work is that it transcends what we consider the normal understood boundaries of time and space (though that understanding is still very far from being set in concrete scientifically) So in attempting forecasting, one is asking for a line of sight and success suggests either a lucky guess while frequent successes suggest many lucky guesses or that time is indeed, not linear but more like a loop or spiral. One is extending a line of sight from one point to another. Or one is intuiting a pattern, and extrapolating it, based on a series of unidentified soft data. As the reader, one has learned the language of the cards, uploading it like a programme, and to get at specifics, demands clear use of language in order to have a chance of accessing a precise and meaningful answer. So when, as in this instance I said, ‘what is he doing now?’ I was talking to myself, to a non conscious part of the mind and I meant exactly that. ‘What is he doing right this second, right now in real time’, as I am sitting here shuffling the cards. And as you know, I knew the answer already, but wanted to see how the cards would choose to mirror that known reality, as a learning exercise…I’ve been reading Tarot many years but have only been working with playing cards for a year or so, so am doing a bit of self- saturation.
    BUT what very often happens in a reading is that you get more than one layer of answer…like pulling up a root and finding soil comes with it that you weren’t necessarily expecting to pull up too. Or, you go after an answer for someone, you keep your eye on that ball, the answer to their stated question but you will often pull out something extra you didn’t ask for…it may be incidental, or it may be significant. That might well be what happened here. Another consideration is that the person being read for, or about, is also sending signals.
    I have only once met this uncle of Il Matrimonio’s, but possibly it was HE who sensed something amiss there, and I, married for twenty five years, did not know the uncle but do know him and was picking it up from HIM, even though he did not yet know his uncle was ill.
    Our old animal senses. We all know than we know we know. You could choose to ask your cards about future possibilities millions or billions of years ahead, but what would it mean? One could in theory try and read for or about anything sentient but if it did not have a central nervous system, it might be too alien to tackle it by divinatory/animal sensing. Because that’s what cards do, help us verbalise non-verbal thinking.
    I do get asked quite often to have a stab at predicting likely dates for particular events using cards, and it needs treating with caution of course, but works pretty well. Far better than 50/50, while not of course infallible. One might ask what year, month, etc. using a system that one decides and sticks to, eg if I ask ‘when’ and draw The Emperor card= this classically correlates to Aries indicating a time slot for events likely to fall somewhere between March 19-April 21.

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