I believe you have to do what you meant to do to get the best results. You need to do what makes you happy. I found my destiny as a Gypsy fortune teller a few years ago.
I was raised by a Romany Gypsy family. Yes, I had professional psychics in my family and many of my ancestors were famous readers. It is in our culture where it’s automatically assumed that every Gypsy child has the ability to be a psychic reader. My mother who is a reader says she knew when I was born that I would have the ability to become a “Reader”.
My mother usually never dreams but one night she had a nightmare, she saw my twin sister and I were sitting in the bathroom getting our hair shaved. I had a third eye on the back of my head which would close and ‘hide’ as she touched my head. She also noticed that I appeared to talk to the spirits. After sometime around the age of 9, I started using Tarot cards which were in my house.
Psychics usually think and see different from other people. To be honest, I always knew; I think probably because I had a twin sister to compare myself to, unlike most people.
I had a great aunt called Katrina. My aunt was a professional psychic. Her other sisters were readers, but Katrina was said to be an amazing reader by locals. She was the youngest to her siblings and she was still alive when I was younger up until I started doing the “Fortune readings”.
When I began using cards my aunt Katrina came to me. She sat in the living room. Silently I stood next to her, and I began to feel her looking at me. Suddenly, I became aware that she was reading my mind. It was not a general childhood fear; I could feel her looking deep inside of me. The weird thing about it, she was aware that I knew that she was reading me. She was just so powerful, I can remember how it felt. She both scared and excited me but I was amazed to know that she can read like me. I still remember when she finished, I stood there. She said to me if I want I can create an invisible wall to stop someone reading your mind
It was not very easy for me in the beginning because you read all of your seeker’s hopes, fears, and anxieties. It is more like a dream. You cannot explain this sense of feeling to someone who doesn’t have it. By using this sense you can also communicate with spirits. This sense allows you to know what Tarot card interpretation to use for each person. It is much more than “intuition”. It is more than sensing something but more like an experience
I was about 12 when my mother gifted me my first deck of my own and it was “The Jonathan Dee Tarot”. Then I started doing readings without pay. When other children were playing on the slides at parks, I was reading for people. I also learned to interpret dreams and the first person was my father. Actually, he was the first person who believed in my dream interpretation abilities.
I started carrying my cards everywhere. In my early teens (about 13 or 14) I bought so many books on astrology, dreams, Witchcraft, ancient civilizations and things related to that. Also, I was gifted my first crystal ball by my mother on my 14th birthday. Believe me, I read most of these books rather than the notebooks from school. I went to school then college and got some good qualifications; I choose social sciences because those subjects interested me. I decided not to plan a career as a reader but something ordinary such as a psychologist or anthropologist.
Straight after college, I decided to find a job with full of enthusiasm. Searching for a job was easy but getting it was a very difficult task. There was a meat factory near my town though it was an awful place with terrible working conditions I worked there for a few months.
It was like other people just went out and created their lives, and I just couldn’t move forward. Friends and relatives around me my were working away, buying houses, driving cars, getting married, starting families, going on holiday and living life. I didn’t understand what I was doing wrong it was like there was some force in the universe holding me back. I had experience, qualifications, training, had volunteered for charities, had a professional CV created, went to open days and still got nowhere. It was humiliating when people asked me what I did for a living. The job centre was my second home and I could tell my advisors felt sorry for me. However, things were about to work in my favour.
One day, in 2014, I sensed a spirit in my room watching me, so I asked it for a sign, “I just need a sign as to know what to do in life”. The next day I was on my way to the job centre, and I realized I was early for my appointment. I decided to go to the library. I walked into my local library and browsed the books. One caught my eye: “An Angel Called My Name” by Theresa Cheung. Usually, I don’t read books by other psychics but I got that book along with about six history books and went home. I decided to read the book and found a story which was similar to my life, in fact, her life was even more depressing. Theresa was a psychic and she too had readers as relatives. Unlike me, Theresa decided to go to university then the same predicament I was in; struggling to get a job. Theresa found employment at a mind body spirit magazine. The lesson in the story was that she couldn’t get any job which she applied for because she wasn’t doing what it was she truly was meant to be doing.
Theresa’s story moved me so much. After reading it, I realized that I was meant to be a reader. I thought back to all the psychics who had predicted it, my mother’s dream, my aunt Katrina, my interests, my cards being my only faithful companion, just everything. I set up business as a fortune teller and I started getting booked all of the time, and everything just got better and better. In the end, what is for you never passes you. I am also thankful and grateful to God that she changed my life.