Soul Reading

We're just two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl year after year. Running over the same old ground, what have we found? The same old fears.... - Pink Floyd, Wish You Were Here


I’ve been thinking of going to a soul card reader for months and last week, I finally felt ready for it. As I sat before her, the reader shuffled her soul cards and asked me to cut the deck into three. She then placed the cut deck one on top of the other according to the sequence I indicated. She took a couple of cards from the top of the deck, spread these on the table and gave me insights about who I am as shown in the soul cards.

One of my friends asked, “How is it possible for a total stranger to tell you who you are a few minutes after you met her for the very first time?” I said I don’t know but that's just exactly what the soul card reader did. It was as if she was reading my mind. I actually felt bare.

She said my soul is asleep, which didn't surprise me. I knew it all along. I guess I just wanted someone to tell me and urge me to do something about it. She pointed out a soul card. ''This is you now,'' she said. The card showed a naked person crouching in a fetal position, looking forlorn and afraid. "You need to find something to be passionate about.''

She then told me to start asking my seven questions, which I prepared before the session. After each question, she spread a couple of cards and answered my questions based on the spread – more revelations. The whole session lasted about 30-45 minutes.

When it was finally over, I knew exactly what I needed to do. I was hoping there would be an easier way out but waking one's soul can never be easy. The moment I got home, I scoured my bookshelf for a book that I read back in 1995, which changed the way I looked at myself then. I'm now re-reading ''Women Who Run With the Wolves.'' It's time to gather bones.