Chapter 14: Tarot Woman Business
“And no wonder, for Satan himself masquerades as an angel of light.”
—2 Corinthians 11:14
Arriving back home, I noticed that I didn’t feel embarrassed to stay with my mom this time around.
Instead, I felt a divine sense of purpose after my past-life epiphany. With newfound wisdom, I set out to secure another nanny job and get my life going again. The plan was to find a roommate, and move out as soon as possible. In the meanwhile, I decided to revel in my burgeoning spiritual awakening. I felt like my same old self, but a new and improved version. The past life regression had unlocked something inside my mind, and it was as if I was a changed woman. The dark memories from my childhood and the family chaos didn’t seem to affect me this time around. I was freed from that burden, or so I thought. I felt a sense of blissful worldliness, as if I had experienced what few do in this lifetime—an enlightened view of my spiritual self. Maybe this was what the ‘higher self’ was all about, I thought.
During this time, I had been talking to Fawn on the phone a lot, and I regarded her as one of the few people who understood the true nature of the universe. We were on a path together to discover the mystical nature of our reality, and we both felt that were truly ‘awoken’.
It wasn’t long until I was ready to begin reading the tarot cards for actual paying clients. I had been practicing on my friends and family since arriving back home, and everyone was impressed with the accuracy of my readings. I felt this new power gave me a sense of confidence I had never experienced before. Riding this wave, I decided to build my own business website. I didn’t know anything about that kind of thing, and my wrists couldn’t handle a lot of typing, what with my carpel tunnel, but I felt sure I needed to take this step of faith. My mom agreed to help me, and with both of us working together the website was successfully built. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it allowed me to create a Myspace page for my new business. I linked the website to my Myspace page, and then friended a lot of people and businesses. I named my business ‘Tarot Woman Intuitive Readings’, and I had found a beautiful logo of a woman in a red toga dress, sitting at the edge of a pond. The woman was holding a lotus flower, and she seemed so wise. I wanted to be just like the woman in this image. I also decided to create my first gmail account, and I realized I needed a name for it too. I decided to call my email ‘crowfeather’. I felt this was appropriate because the crows had adopted me as one of their own in Seattle. They were definitely my spirit animal. I truly was a wise woman now, someone with the wisdom from the ancients. My ancestors from the past life session wanted to help me find my path in the universe. The old me was passing away, and making room for the new and improved woman I was becoming. The past life session had really been a turning point for me. At the time, I thought this was a good thing.
Also around this time, I had participated in my first ‘Map healing’ session with my friend Fawn. She had taught me how to open the ‘cone of healing’ and call in ‘the ascended masters of the white brotherhood’. Fawn said these were great enlightened masters from since before time began, and they would be able to assist me in my life. The deva of nature spirits was a helpful spirit in charge of the natural world of plants, and Fawn informed me that this spirit would be helpful in healing my body of all ailments. Fawn also told me that every time she opens the cone of healing she would call in Jesus for protection. She knew channeling was a dangerous activity, so when she opened the ‘cone’ she would ask Jesus to heal her along with the other spirits. This made sense to me. As long as Jesus was involved, I figured it would be safe enough.
I would later learn of course, that there is a false Christ in the new age, a version of Jesus that is a counterfeit to the true Light of the World. Not all things done unto Jesus’s name are the true Jehovah God. Different spirits masquerade as Jesus, and even some churches have what’s called the Kundalini Spirit–a false holy spirit that seeks to mimic the actual baptism of the Holy Spirit. You will feel this sense of ‘bliss’, but it’s not from the Lord. It’s demonic.
During the Map healing session, I felt peace flowing through me. It was similar to the past life regression work I had done before, in that afterwards I felt like I was floating in a blissful state of existence. Everything felt so good. I thanked Fawn when the session was over. She then told me that I could do a healing session on myself any time I wanted, and that all I had to do was say the words inside my mind. I would need to get to a meditative still place inside, but the concept was the same—open the cone and call in the spirits to heal me. I began to see that this was not much different from praying. I was asking the spirits to help me, assist me. Maybe spells were like prayers too, I thought. It all made sense. My words were powerful, and I could create any reality I chose. I thought this was what prayer truly was, the act of forming my world as a co-creator with God. I began to think how silly the church was for teaching us to ask for God’s will, when we could be creating and manifesting all that our heart desires.
I didn’t realize I was falling for the age-old lie that Satan told to Adam and Eve in the garden of Eden:
For God knows that when you eat from it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.” Genesis 3:5
Feeling so inspired by this rush of energy and healing from the deva of nature spirits and the ascended masters, I began to wonder what this was all about. Was the spiritual realm something that I had simply been taught to fear? Maybe it was my birthright to be able to manipulate the energy around me. The other realm began to become my friend, something I could use to enhance my life. I became fascinated with the idea that people could control the elements and the natural world, and I took this as a sign that someone was spiritually powerful. I too, wanted this power. I felt ready to finally stop being a victim and take control over my life.
Then, I suddenly thought of my beloved spirit animal, the crow. There weren’t as many crows in Oklahoma as there had been in Washington, and I had been missing them terribly. I felt a strong and powerful urge for them to be near me again, to feel the fellowship of my protectors, my guides. I missed them, needed them with me. I felt this pulling feeling, as if my whole being was calling the crows to me. I had no idea what I was doing, or that this was a form of witchcraft and sorcery. I just knew I needed the crows there and I had called them to me.
The next morning, I woke up and went to the kitchen to make coffee. I got my mug, and went to the balcony to enjoy my coffee outside. Upon opening the sliding door, I caught my breath in amazement. There below me was a large group of crows. There must have been 50 crows on the street below, squawking and milling around. I couldn’t believe my own eyes! I just sat there mouth open in shock. What did this mean? I felt like I was finally becoming a powerful and wise spiritual woman. That was the day I renamed myself ‘Crowfeather’. I used this as my spiritual name because the crows had indeed chosen me. That’s what I thought then.
This is the enchanting deception of the shamanic path. Nature is used to lure us into a magical union with the natural world, and we believe it’s all God doing this. We believe we can manipulate nature and bend the universe to our will. This is just a taste to further lure us into sorcery.
It wasn’t long after this, that I began to book gigs as a psychic reader. I felt my powers growing, and I was ready to help others. My first gig was at a local art show in my hometown. I sat up a booth, and had purchased a little sign with the Tarot Woman logo on it—the beautiful picture of the woman in the red dress with the lotus flower. I sat down, and waited for my first client. I had decided to do readings for what was called a ‘love donation’—basically whatever the client felt the reading was worth to them. This worked well at the art show venue, and I found myself reading for at least ten people that night. I usually received anywhere from $10 to $20 per reading, so I came away with a little over $100 from a few hours worth of psychic readings.
My second gig was at a psychic fair. It was an annual event held at a local hotel. Upon arrival, I scanned the room. There were tables lined up along the walls so that a person could walk through the room and consult with various psychics and spiritualists. I found the person in charge, and told them I was booked as a Tarot Reader booth. Tarot readers needed the tarot cards to do the readings; whereas, psychics did not. I learned that not all tarot readers are legitimate psychics, but if they were skilled readers of the tarot they could still predict the most probable future outcome, based upon where the person was ‘energetically’ at that time. I didn’t feel confident enough to call myself a psychic yet, so I simply let my clients know that the tarot cards were something that the client’s subconscious is actually choosing, not the reader. The reader is merely there to interpret the message of the cards. I would have the clients shuffle their own cards back then, so they would understand I wasn’t doing anything weird or spooky. I firmly believed we all had our inner destiny locked away in our subconscious, and the tarot symbolism merely helped our brains access this information.
As I sat down at the booth and put my Tarot Woman sign up, I began to feel a little uneasy. I couldn’t figure out why, so I chalked it up to nerves. The psychic fair was set to begin in a few minutes, and I was getting my tarot deck ‘cleared’ and ‘charged’. Before energy work of any kind, practitioners are taught to clear any ‘negative energy’ from themselves or their deck. They are also taught to protect their energetic bodies and connect or ground so that they will be safe from any ‘psychic attack’. I was told that crystals also help protect my energy, and also burning sage to clear my chakras and aura was key to doing energy work. I had no idea how deceived I was.
As soon as my energy was cleared, clients began filing in the room. My booth quickly became popular because as a first time reader for the psychic fair, I was obligated to charge only a donation for my readings. The line for my readings became quite long, and I was beginning to feel nervous. I quickly opened the cone of healing inside my mind, and called in the white brotherhood of ascended masters to help me. I needed them to help soothe my nerves if I was going to get through this day. My first client was an administrator from the psychic fair, and her goal was to test me to see if I was a legitimate reader. The woman asked me about an upcoming job interview, and if it would be a good fit for her. Nervous, but feeling more peaceful from the cone of healing, I began my process of reading the cards. One by one, I flipped the cards over and revealed personal information about this woman’s question. As I began to talk about this job offer, the woman’s eyes became widened. The information revealed in the reading seemed very shocking to her, but she also seemed pleased. Suddenly, she stood up and yelled over to the other tables “This woman’s the real deal right here!” I immediately felt a sense of pride and confidence. I enjoyed feeling special, like I had a power that someone else didn’t. Upon hearing that my psychic abilities were legitimate, the line for a reading with me became even longer.
The next few hours were back to back readings, and I began to feel drained. I had made a good chunk of cash in tips/donations, but I was ready to call it quits. The administrators told me I could leave at any time, so I began to gather my things and get ready to head out to my car. As I began to stand up, I suddenly felt very strange. My head was spinning for some reason, and I felt like my center of gravity wasn’t quite where it should be. I wondered if I was coming down with something. Suddenly, I felt like I might faint or fall over. I had never felt faint before, so I didn’t quite know what to do. A woman in a nearby booth noticed me struggling, and came to my aid. “Are you okay honey?” she asked.
“I..uh..I don’t know..” I replied frightened. “I feel strange, like I can’t walk.”
“Oh I bet I know what it is, she said confidently. You got an overdose of psychic energy from the room I think.”
A couple more ladies began to notice how strangely I was acting, and came over to see if I was okay.
“I think I must just be sensitive to all the energy in the room,” I said, nodding to the lady who had clued me in.
The women standing around me suddenly seemed a bit frightened, and I didn’t know quite why. They started to exchange sideways glances, and suggested I head home to be safe. One of them offered to walk me to my car, but by this point I was starting to feel a little better so I declined.
When I left the building, I started to feel a little more like myself, but it took a solid few hours to fully recover from whatever had happened. That day made an impression on me, and I began to wonder if I wanted to be a psychic reader as a career. If I was that sensitive to energy, then I would have to rethink this.
Of course, now I know that the energy in the room was demonic. That combined with other psychics in the room calling upon other entities was most likely an overload of demonic warfare in the room. Most of the readers thought they were calling on angelic guides and/or goddesses, but we would soon learn that Satan masquerades as an angel of light.