My new Wisdom of the Oracle deck came today. I gleefully tore into the box; painstakingly separated each card from the other; performed my new deck ritual and let our energies meld. My first energetic impression is that this deck is decidedly different from all of my other ones.
I can’t really tell you how I choose each card, because there doesn’t seem to be a proscribed way. I just pick, face down, what card calls to me. I chose my 3. As I was reading the meanings of my first card, tears began streaming down my face. Tears of gratitude, tears of release and tears to acknowledge TRUTH - finally Truth.
I don’t know how it happened, and in reality, I don’t think I really need to know, but throughout my tender years of making sense of the world, I collected some pretty crappy beliefs about myself and my place in the world that left me stunted. Beliefs that kept me in the poor-pitiful-me mode; in the less-than mode; in the stay-invisible-at-all-costs mode. I’ve known this for years, I’ve done lots and lots of inner work to clear some of those beliefs and behaviors. I’ve progressed slowly but surely . . . and the operative word is that I’ve progressed, but keep reading to see what the cards say and how I understood them. . .