Tarot was not my first expression of my intuition. Dreams were. (Surprise!) I think the reason for this was that I wasn’t ready to receive premonitions on a conscious level, so my intuition used the back door of my mind (my dreaming self) as a means of communicating with me.
I realized I loved the song “These Dreams” by Heart because the lyrics “every second of the night I live another life” was completely true for me. When I saw that my hyper-realistic dreams came true a few weeks after I dreamed them, I realized not everyone received information like that in the same way. Unfortunately, only the tragic and bloody ones I remember. I remember dreaming about a roller coaster derailing and killing everyone. Fortunately, my dream would blow things spectacularly out of proportion, so that the reality was much less extreme than the dream. Two weeks after the dream, people were trapped on a roller coaster for hours… long enough so that it was reported nationally on the news. I’m glad reality didn’t follow my dreams to the bloody conclusion.
The dreams led me to invest in a dream journal (which I still have to this day). Sometimes I will get what I consider a “wish-fulfillment” dream, a lovely outlet to walk hand in hand on a romantic beach with a hunky celebrity I will probably never meet. Those are usually not the dreams I record in my dream journal, but if you start one, you should write all dreams down so you can analyze them at a later date. In that way you will start to recognize the feeling that comes with a precognitive dream as opposed to a flight of fancy.
The dream journal led me towards researching ESP and psi phenomena, devouring book after book at the library on paranormal subjects. Somewhere in that time period was when I started reading tarot. I also started to hear people’s thoughts as clear as day if they were “thinking loudly” (a phrase my boyfriend is now extremely familiar with me saying). I would often answer questions asked that were never asked aloud, or turn my head and ask people to repeat something only to find they never spoke anything verbally. I’m a very wordy person, so my kind of telepathy sounds like someone actually spoke. Sometimes I can get whole phrases. At first it was hard to block out, but now for ethic’s sake (and for my boyfriend’s sanity), I don’t prod around in anyone’s brains.
My point in all this is there are many ways to access your intuition. Mine started hollering to me in my dreams. I didn’t start out reading tarot, but I ended up reading tarot… and extrasensory information still comes at me from different sources outside of tarot. I don’t think I’m all that different from everyone else. I think in the end you find what works for you… or sometimes, it finds you!
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