Thankyou The Old and Kaylee Marie
I was thinking, while reading back over the post, I have a recollection of a similar time many (lots!) years ago when this happened to me. I hadn't been reading for very long at all. That time, after the client had left, I spiralled into self doubt and aprehension. To me (at that time) REAL readers never faultered, REAL readers didn't um and ah, REAL readers were direct, self assured, all knowing, divine creatures who had access to realms beyond the mere mortal client!! I was just some fake. A person who had gone to class, studied, fumbled, could never remember what the 7 of cups meant, mixed up the Hierophant, Hermit and the Hanged Man cards too many times to remember, would forget which order the Majors went in, was clueless about astrology, even forget the spread placements - let alone the meanings... I wasn't a Tarot reader!! I couldn't do this!! I was a charlotten!! I wasn't gifted, I couldn't hear voices and see angels!! What was I thinking!!
Looking back now, I remember how important it was then for me to be all those things I thought I was supposed to be. If I faultered, or hadn't a clue, went blank, was drained, dropped cards, forgot signifiers or mixed up a spread - If I wasn't the 'ideal' reader - then how could I do this and still feel I was a responsible, trusting, reliable person. How I used to bash myself up over this!
I do remeber though, wanting so badly to read. The love hate realtionship between myself and my ability would often have me in an emotional turmoil. What did keep me going though, was the relationship i was starting to have with my cards. We were going through things together, and Tarot was teaching me about the world, and I was starting to understand, through lifes experiences, the 'meanings' attached to the cards.
So there were times that I put them away for a week or a month and just 'lived' without Tarot. I would read 'other' books on philosophy and crystals, numerology and astronomy, Tolkien and the Two Ronnies
I would have relationships and study, join the Lapidarary Club as well as the Motorcycle club, and then return to the Tarot occassionally when I/it 'felt' right. When I decided to start reading again then, (I was being asked to by friends and clients), I had noticed some shifts in my perspective - About myself and my cards, and realized that I could do this - it was OK. I had settled down and have wiped alot of disillusion away from what I thought a REAL tarot reader should be like. My cards and I became 'good friends' and I trusted what I was doing. It didnt happen over night, but it did happene, and I just kept reading.
So...
when this happened at the cafe on Wednesday, and those feelings flooded back, and I felt concerned, I knew to keep going. To keep in touch with the cards and keep relating whatever I was feeling to the client - the delivery wasnt as important as the message - as long as I kept with it. There was no place during the reading where I could 'give up' - I also know that if it gets that bad, then to be honest about that too. No good pretending (IMHO)!!
The rest is in the post, but for those who have had this happen, Im sure you'd agree, at some time, regardless of your 'days to years' of experience reading for others, it will happen - but it doesn't mean you should give up your Tarot, nor that your not a REAL reder
And the info, resources and support here at ATF - 'priceless'! I wish it had been around then!
Im sure other could give a few examples as well
Oh no! Dont tell me I am the only one this happens to!!
Many Blessings
Elven x