Amanda
Wow, those are some stories. I'm sure I have none that even come close to anything like that.
That's the thing. I had moved on from the first tragedy. I was shaken, I questioned myself, I questioned everything -- pulled all the cards out I could remember were in that kid's reading and went over them and over them... after this incident a psychic told me (because I asked) that I was put in his path as a last-ditched effort to get him to see something, but ultimately he was meant to die.
I had mostly gotten over it or moved past it at least, until today. What are the chances that I would be connected to two tragic occurrences by way of tarot card reading in such a short amount of time?
I mean... it's not like in 2010 when I was pulling cards to see when I could expect my 83 year-old grandmother to pass who was certainly on her way out from old age and cancer (I pulled the 3 of Swords for about a week later and she died that day). Was it okay for me to know then because I already kind of knew it was coming?
However, as to quitting... well, first of all, I can't. It's been practically a part of me since I was 13. Although there are times I don't read for months (maybe even years, it's been a long time, after all) I would be hard put not to know that even if I wasn't reading, I was still a reader, if that makes sense.
Yeah, it does make sense. Maybe I'm confusing myself as a reader with the readings.
As to accuracy and the things you've gone through... well, think of all the good you've done over time. You may not have foreseen those incidents, and you may not foresee many others, but we can't. No one can. As I see it, whether or not I predict the future, if I have given even a single person in all my years hope that this world can be even a little bit better, then it was all worth it. After all, if you hadn't been a reader, think of all those people who would have missed your insights, enjoyment out your readings, expanding their minds... I don't have to tell you Tarot's benefits.
I suppose it's easier to see these very large negative events standing out from all the rest. I do feel like I'm trying not to let these events overshadow the good ones, but it's still striking me as... odd.
What I tell people who sit for me is that they may or may not get anything out of my reading; I may be right or wrong, but at least they are sitting down for a few minutes talking to a nice person (me) about their lives, and that in itself is immensely beneficial.
This world is a vale of tears, we do what we can in our own very small ways to make it better. Even if we don't succeed, I truly think merely trying is already making it better.
The guy who died in the fire... he was great. He seemed like a well-liked individual, had a winning personality, he seemed like the type who could be friends with anyone. Reading for him was a pleasure... he and some others stayed that night, and I gave him a blanket and pillow of mine to use because no one else had anymore... maybe I'm just too sensitive.