My Story

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The Magic of Tarot: A Journey into the Unknown

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My journey into the world of tarot, crystals, and energy healing began with a tiny, wounded stray kitten and a heart full of compassion.

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When I was just ten years old, I stumbled upon a tiny, injured kitten in need of care and love. I couldn't bear to leave it alone, so I brought it home, hoping to mend its wounds and give it a better life. While the physical wounds healed, the kitten remained deeply stressed and withdrawn. No matter what I did, it wouldn’t purr, wouldn’t play—it was as if its spirit had been dimmed.

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In our village, there was a woman unlike any other—Emily, the White Witch. She was a renowned energy crystal healer and an astonishingly accurate fortune teller, someone whispered about with awe and admiration. Determined to help my little companion, I sought her out, hoping she could work the magic I had heard so much about.

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With the kitten wrapped in a soft blanket, I set off on a journey that would change my life forever. Emily welcomed us into her home, a place that shimmered with soft candlelight and the gentle feel of unseen energies. The air smelled of lavender and sage, and crystals of every shape and colour filled the shelves, catching the light like tiny pieces of the universe itself.

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She placed her hands over the kitten, whispering words I didn’t yet understand, moving her fingers in fluid, mesmerizing patterns. A warmth filled the room, and at that moment, something shifted. The kitten, once so tense and fearful, let out the softest of purrs, curling into my lap with a trust I thought had been lost forever. Emily looked at me then, her piercing eyes filled with knowing. “You have a gift,” she told me. “And if you’re willing, I will teach you.”

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From that day forward, every Saturday afternoon was spent in her company. I learned about the vibrational energies of crystals, how to harness them for healing, and how to feel the unseen forces at play. As I grew older, she introduced me to the angel cards and tarot.

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The first time she placed a tarot deck in my hands, I felt a strange yet comforting energy surge through me. The cards, worn and mysterious, seemed to whisper secrets only the universe could know. That moment marked the beginning of a lifelong journey into the mystical world of tarot reading—a journey that has since guided me, comforted me, and revealed truths I never imagined.

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My First Tarot Reading: A Glimpse into Fate

I remember my first tarot reading with Emily. It was a cold, rainy night, and I sat across from her, my heart pounding with anticipation. She shuffled the deck, her fingers moving with a grace that felt almost otherworldly. "Ask your question," she said softly. I hesitated, then whispered, "What is my true path?"

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She laid out the Celtic Cross spread, and as the cards were revealed, a wave of understanding washed over me. It wasn’t just about the pictures on the cards—it was the energy, the feeling, the deep knowing that each one carried a message meant just for me. That night changed everything. I realized that tarot wasn’t just a tool; it was a bridge between the seen and the unseen, the conscious and the subconscious, the physical and the spiritual.

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Many Blessings,

Alice