‘The tarot cards’
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 heard 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 told me welcome in perfect English. She told me to sit down and rest. She asked would I desire some tea? She smiled and whispered. “We have a lot of time my stranger friend. Few have the desire to visit us tonight.” I agreed to the tea. She brought the tea to me. She told me. “This is a spiritual tea for friends only. It is pleasing to the mind and the soul. My homemade blends. Allowed us to talk without fear. Allowed 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. Allowed me to see her tan and strong legs. With a gentle smile she stood up and she went 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 not cheap.”
She sat down and spread the cards on the marble table. She told 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 smiled and she told 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 told 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 told 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 whispered “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 she told 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 took my hand and she whispered. “Your aura is black and 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 brought my hand to her breast. She told me. “My heart beats, your heart is beating too. 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 took her hand. I kissed it gently. I thanked her for her time and lay a $100 on the marble table. She stood up, puts her arms around me, kissed 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 left the carnival. I reached into my pocket. The Gypsy woman slips a necklace with a white crystal. I put the necklace with a white crystal on. I felt better already.