First in person Tarot Card Reading / Dream Connections

On Thursday I went to have a reading with Veronica Moya at Namaste Bookshop in New York (where I live). It has been a long time since I've had an in person reading of any kind. I have visited this shop several times, but 2 weeks ago I had a strong urge to get a reading. I looked on the website and went through all of the psychic they employ. Veronica was the one who I connected with. She was one of the more expensive one. I meditated on it and my intuition told me that the extra $10 would not equal the benefits I would get from her reading.

She tuned in to me very easily. She uses Tarot Cards but I could see her reading my energy field. She picked up on everything that was happening. Before I had my reading, I was feeling stuck in my spiritual life as well as my social life. While waiting for my turn, I started to feel my heart chakra close and tears come to my eyes. It has been a rough month and I wasn't sure she would be able to help or see anything for the future. I've been trying to be positive and co-create, but I've been feeling stagnant and that nothing is going at the speed at which I would like it to go.

She picked up on all of it and told me the plans that I have will put me on the right track. My intuition is very strong and I should stop 2nd guessing myself. I think 2nd guessing is a human emotion for those who are highly intuitive or not. I am not a very confident intuitive, I have to work on it.
I was feeling much better after the reading. My energy started to flow through my heart chakra and I felt lighter. Nothing had changed, the things in front of me didn't move any closer; however, my outlook on it has and I am OK that they are not right here now. Timing is a human construct but it is to our benefit.

I have been taking her advice on my intuition.  She said my first impression on something is always the right one, but I often ignore it, discard it or listen to someone else's ideas about it.  I've been more sure footed with this.

I've also noticed that my dreams have been connecting. I have made an effort to write down my dreams or at least the parts I remember for the past month.  I've always been a vivid dreamer, but never really went as far as to document them on a daily basis.  I've only documented the ones that seemed interesting or really out there.  But lately, I've been documenting the mundane ones as well.
Turns out, my dreams connect.  Especially if I don't get the point the first time.  I had a dream on the 14th of July. I documented it.  I thought about what it could mean but didn't really come up with anything solid.  I had a dream on the 24th of July that I immediately was able to connect to the earlier dream.  The pieces fit together and I understood what I was being told.  As Veronica said, I need to not 2nd guess myself.

Baby Psychic

A true story:

It would be years before I realized what had happened to me. I pushed it to the back of my mind as the imagination of a toddler.  I estimate they happened somewhere between my 1^st and 3^rd birthday.

            I slept in a crib and my brother slept in a bed in the same room.  It was early morning and it was dark outside.  My mother came into the room to wake my brother.  I saw her walk in. I turned my head and looked at her through the slats.  Then I was no longer in my crib. I was watching her from the ceiling.  I floated there as I watched her pull the blanket off of him and try to arouse him.  I looked over and saw my tiny body still in my crib.  I wasn’t alarmed by this. I was a curious spectator.  I’m not sure how long I floated there on the ceiling.  This is something I remember without fail, and I’m not sure how old I was.  I would estimate I was probably in my 2^nd year.

            This next memory I think may have happened at an earlier date because I was crawling. I was sitting on the living room floor watching my mother in the bathroom combing her hair when I heard a noise in the kitchen.  Our apartment was small, and I was able to crawl from my spot to the kitchen in less than 20 knee strokes.  I peeked into the kitchen.  There I saw an orange glowing figure. It rotate toward me and smiled. The high pitched noise bothered me. At first I wasn’t afraid; I just sat there watching it.  Then it spoke to me. It said, “My name is Wigwam.”  Have you ever seen a toddler freak out for no apparent reason and wonder what was wrong with them?  You would have asked yourself that question if you were there. My sudden scream caused the figure to dissipate and did nothing but leave my mother annoyed.

            After many years of study and reflection I was finally able to put a name to these events.  The first one was astral projection.  Of course, at that age, it was spontaneous.  The second event, ahhh, now that’s a tricky one. Angel?  Spirit Guide? Ghost?  I could not tell you.  But it was another entity, and it seemed peaceful although I didn’t like it one bit.

            The fact that I remember these two events with such vividness still astonishes me.  Over the years I’ve had many different types of psychic experiences, and if I sit for a while, I can recall them. But no matter how hard I tried to suppress these events, I could not. And now…I don’t want to.