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| Reading for Myself (without cheating) I've been reading my Tarot cards tonight, listening to the rhythmic slapping as the cards hit their positions. My heart sinks as over and over they show the same thing - pain, heartbreak, and darkness. The only variation is in the ending. Over and over The Lovers show up in the first position, reversed and forwards, they claim the center spot. Three of Swords runs through the leaves, proclaiming my precarious position to the second location. Disillusioned eyes scan the rest of the carpet, taking in the different ladies and gentlemen who serve up my fate. Fata Morgana smiles as she spreads the deck. In the end, it is Kuan Yin's delicate face that gazes serenely, clad in white as she oversees the Universe, giving me small consolation. From the final slot she watches, shaming the lesser cards around her. And Fata Morgana sweeps them back to her, jealously guarding her secrets. Dark eyes exactly like Kuan Yin's, holding infinite possibilities, laugh at me as she fades silently from view. |