The tarot cards

We can learn things in the strangest places on this planet.

                      The tarot cards

I went to an old dark carnival on a hidden road outside of Sarajevo.
I have been having a dream about a Gypsy woman. The dreams had brought me to the carnival tonight.

I didn't believe in heaven or hell. Old Army had contorted my mind and I lapse into a barbarian state. I was isolated and alone with being surrounded by a company of Soldiers.

I aspire a passage to peace and calm in the mist of hate and war. It was an Indian Summer. A warm evening I wandered into the dark carnival. Beautiful young women with dark eyes and flowing black hair seduced me with their smiles. The shapely young woman did not tempt me yet.

I was trying to find a remnant of my soul. The creed of the Army was eating away at my spirit. Kill or be killed.

I hear musical wind chimes calling me to follow the sound. I ended up at a beautiful decorated tent. Welcome was written in many languages. A beautiful Gypsy woman appears at the entrance of the tent. She bowed to me. Showing me a full and beautiful cleavage. She waved me into the tent.

She tells me welcome in perfect English. She tells me to sit down and rest. She ask would I desire some tea? She smiles and whispered. "We have a lot of time my stranger friend. Few have the desire to visit us tonight."

I agree to the tea. She brings the tea to me. Tells me. "This is a spiritual tea for friends only. It is pleasing to the mind and the soul. My homemade blend. Allow us to talk without fear. Allow me to probe your mind without the walls of a masquerade."

I told her I wanted one answer only. She slowly turns and moved her legs slowly. Allowing me to see her tan and strong legs. With a gentle smile she stands up  and goes behind me. Leaning her body into mine. I felt the heat of her warm body. She whispered into my ear. " You came here for many reasons. Death is near you today. You are dark with hate. My price to save your life will be cheap."

She sat down and spread the cards on the marble table. She tells me. "These card are very old. Rarely do they lie. The cards are the passages to things to be. Nothing is written in stone. We are creatures led by greed and the thrill of testing life. Destiny and the unknown can turn paradise into hell. Hell into paradise."

The first card was the Joker. She smiles and tells me. "The Joker looks at life without fear. He can laugh and smile in the heat of the battle."

The second card was the Traveler. She tells me. " The traveler loved the road more than love and family. Nothing will hold him down."

The third card was the Goddess of birth. She tells me. "Life will come out of you. Great things will come to you if you allow the heart to be re-born."

The fourth card was the Jackal. Her face showed sadness. She whispers "The Jackal  can mean many things. A man must control his anger and not allow hate to base his life on."

The fifth card showed the God of light. The Gypsy woman smiles and tells me. "Few have the gift of greatness. Some of us are born to live and die. Do nothing but suck the energy out of this beautiful planet. Your dreams are hidden today. I can feel the hope and desire to escape this place you are in today."

She takes my hand and whisper. "Your aura is black You need to meditate and forgive the sins of the past. A person filled with hate and pain is just waiting for death. He is forgotten and lost."

She brings my hand to her breast. She tells me. "My heart beats. Your heart is beating. Don't allow the bigots and liars to kill your dreams and goals. Many parasites will desire to take you down to their level. We are brethren and sister. I feel the gypsy soul in you. Few of us can see the world with open eyes. I see the Gypsy in your eyes and heart. Please stay free."

I take her hand.  I kiss it gently. I thank her for her time and lay a $100 on the marble table.

She stands up. Puts her arms around me. Kisses my lips and then my cheeks. Whispered into my ear. "Be like the wind. Don't allow the world to control you. You must control the world around you."

I leave the carnival. I reach into my pocket. The Gypsy woman slips a necklace with a white crystal.  I put the the necklace on.  I feel better already.

                            Coyote

Author's Note

Any errors. I would appreciate the help.

Reviews

[TamiViolet]

As I have said before, many of your works remind me of Hemingway, one of my favorites...

I enjoyed the story as there is much wisdom behind it, yet I'm very cynical at times, perhaps because life and experience have made me that way... I suspect the things that the beautiful gypsy woman told you were not the mark of revelation; moreover, her prophetic wisdom was something you knew all along, perhaps you simply needed to hear the words.... After all, look at the destruction you were witness to....

I may be way off on this one, Coyote, just my perception... I just know that whatever lessons we learn arise from answers already deep within us....

I must comment on the brilliant description and symbolism used, and although the atmosphere is realistic, you weave it remarkably... A truly enjoyable read...

[Cheyenne]

You amaze me as usual this is a very short story but tells so uch within so little space. Very great

[Morning Star]

This is truly an awesome write and in many levels it speaks to me of wisdom within the gypsies
I don't believe in tarot cards
As I was growing up I met many gypsies’
Some can really see the future some just fake
Being able to see visions but I do agreed
That she must have felt the dark energy your spirit
Was sending out to her and that she must have felt your anger
And pain and that resided within your soul
You must have come across a true Gypsy
And I love her advice and her powerful words of wisdom
Kudos my friend this is a very unique piece!
Wishing you a wonderful weekend!!

[Bette]

i dont see errors... but i like the story wour words where wonderfuly put together there are no hicups

[the in between]

"I went to a Old dark carnival on a hidden road outside of Sarajevo"
"a" Old dark should be "an" I love ur story especially this part:

type an s on Put her arms around me
"She stands up. Put(s) her arms around me. Kisses my lips and then my cheeks. Whispered into my ear. "Be like the wind. Don't allow the world to control you. You must control the world around you."

[bbb]

An intriguing tale, to say the least. I used to do tarot readings on occasion, but don't now because I went back to the faith of my youth, Christianity. But I like the story, and my personal belief is that God can use anyone to speak to us. Well done!

[just rose.]

I love the cards and have studied them for many years and know how to read them. But the art of tarot is far more than meaning. So I have deep respect for readers who see auras and energy and beyond what it is we can see, and believe they are our guides, if we open ourselves to their guidance. This was beautifully done. As always.

[?]

I love this story, it speaks to me, as im sure it does to alot.
Thanks for writing it. Reminding us that we need to forgive and to live and not die with bitterness and unforgiveness.
Great story Coyote

[Tina Kline]

This is a great inspiring story. I love the message in it, I was afraid at first something negative was going to have to happen first in this story but it didn't, I was glad, I love the ending.

[jose]

this is a good story. its very interesting and i enjoyed reading it. It was great and it had me interested the who;e time