For those who may be new to my blog, in my first post I said that I would share any profound experiences in my life regarding dreams, Tarot, or both. Well, this post is going to be one of those times.
Recently, I was driving to my “day job.” I had to be at work at 7 am, and it was going on 6:50. I then began, in my mind, to see myself having a conversation with another person regarding Tarot (don’t worry, this didn’t impair my driving in any way). In this “conversation,” the person had asked me about ever seeing a car accident in the cards, and how I would approach telling this to the querent (which is a nice word that refers to the person having his or her cards read). I then saw two cards: the Chariot and the Tower, which, as a combination, can suggest the potential for a car accident. I told the person I was conversing with that I wouldn’t put it to the person that he or she would be in a car accident per se, but I would suggest possibly making sure the car is in working order; encourage him or her to watch the way he or she drives; and to be mindful of those other drivers around him or her. You never, ever want to instill fear in a client, and let the client leave your office shaken up (for that will most certainly produce the experience of being in an accident).
And then, just at that instant, I realized that I was driving straight into an accident! It seemed to come out of nowhere. In the lane of the two-lane road I was driving in, there was a vehicle straddling the lane. Glass and debris were scattered all around, and people were rushing to the vehicle to see if the driver was harmed in anyway. From where I was sitting, the car looked to be totaled. And, I had a good view, as I was thisclose to it!
As luck would have it, there was an opening to a parking lot to my immediate right, so I could turn off and be re-routed back to the main street to continue on my way. By the time I got back onto the main road, the police and EMT personnel were on the scene.
Reflecting on it later, once I was safely at work (and was only 6 minutes late, to boot), I wondered about the “conversation,” and the sheer timing of it. It could be chalked up to my intuition “speaking” to me, and, for me, that would be a valid assumption. But I also want to believe that someone was watching over me, in a big way.
May all your travels be safe…
James
