Page 7 of A Highland Gargoyle's Lucky Star
“Now, let your hand hover over the cards and stop when you sense a resonance or vibration. That is the card you need to select.”
Okay, the woo-woo factor here just went up a notch, but I try to keep the hint of skepticism off my face.
A voice in my head that sounds a lot like my mother tells me to open myself to the strange and unusual, to allow myself to believe in the impossible, to acknowledge there might be things in this world and in the universe that can’t be explained.
Heeding those words of wisdom, I clear my mind and try to immerse myself in the experience. After all, I am a tad bit desperate to make a change, and if this reading can help me do that, then I’m all in. I don’t care how woo-woo it is.
I slowly move my hand in the air over the cards.
At first I feel nothing, but then suddenly a strange tingling settles in my fingertips and an odd, almost gravitational pull draws my hand down to the table.
I gasp but I go with it, a zing of excitement flaring deep inside my chest.
Could this be my destiny?
My hand lands on the smooth surface of a card, and I open my eyes as I hold it up in the light. It’s The Star card in its upright pose.
The owner removes the rest of the cards and plucks the card from my hand before setting it in the center of the table.
“This is a card full of promise and new beginnings,” he says, his lips curving in a mysterious smile.
“Really?”
“Yes. The universe is going to bless you. After all that you have endured, a reward is finally coming your way.”
Hope swells in my chest and my eyes prick with tears.
He studies me with those odd but captivating dark eyes. “Never forget. You possess the ability within you to make this positive future your reality. All you need is the courage to go after it.”
I sit up straighter, my whole body alive with the promise of a better life ahead. “Do you think this means I might be able to escape my bad luck once and for all?”
“Perhaps,” he murmurs. “The Star card merely offers a glimpse into what lies ahead. However, if you follow your heart, you will find your way.”
I frown at him. “What does that mean?”
“What is your heart’s desire?”
Well, fuck. I don’t know what my heart’s desire is.
The last few years, I’ve been focused on doing everything I can to make enough money to keep a roof over my head and food in my belly. That’s been its own struggle since I haven’t been able to keep a job for more than a couple of months at a stretch.
My quicksand analogy earlier was pretty spot on, actually.
“You do not need to know the answer right at this moment,” the store owner explains, “but I encourage you to think on this question carefully. Once you know what your heart’s desire is and you go after it, good things will follow if you go after it. That is what The Star is telling me.”
Piece of cake. No biggie.
Just need to figure out the answer to fixing my screwed-up life.
At least now, I have a renewed sense of purpose. I’ll figure my shit out no matter what.
I extend my hand to the mysterious owner, and he shakes it.
“Thank you very much. This was really helpful and has revived my optimism. Things have been kind of rough lately, even lost my job tonight,” I admit with an awkward chuckle. “But this gives me hope. I’m not going to let my bad luck get me down anymore.”
“Just remember what I told you. Find your heart’s desire and pursue it, and what is meant to be will unfold.”
Cryptic but compelling.
