My first Tarot reading was in Salem, Massachusetts. I went in a skeptic and left a believer. Several years later in San Francisco, I sought another Tarot reading because I needed some answers to some really big questions. I got them and more. The reader I found lived a block and half away from me – there are no coincidences – and she was to become one of my dearest friends. I took a Tarot class of hers and discovered that I was an intuitive reader myself. Rich as it is in symbolism, the Tarot was a natural extension of my interest and study in art historical iconography. It was the beginning of my path to magick.

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