Calvin relaxed on the couch. He watched them and listened as he attempted to take in what they were doing. Suddenly, the ceiling light blinked on then off. He felt the room chill. He looked upward and could see an orb, shining in rich glow float through the window. He didn’t know what to think. He just stared at it, and said not a word. He observed the orb, brilliant and illuminating, quietly with a slow glide of movements, move through the room, and descend. He witnessed the sparkling orb transform into a faint image of an older woman. Her aged hair in a tight bun, and she wore a long, billowing cotton coat. She floated between Sandra and Frankie. He watched in disbelief as she transformed back into a barely, there visible orb.
The girls cut their decks with their left hand and restacked them. They tossed the top card on to the bedspread, upright. Similarities, in the tarot and ordinary playing card existed. Frankie turned over the nine of diamonds, Sandra, the Magician.
“You can pull this off,” Sandra beamed, looking in her eyes. “With the Magician, Frankie, you can accomplish anything you put your mind to. You need to be daring, and success will follow. It’s time to stretch your limits.”
“With the nine of diamonds,” Frankie said, staring at Sandra, “if bold steps are needed, they will prove to be easier than anticipated or feared. I need to be brave and tackle going into the strip club in a straightforward way.”
“Okay. Tell me what just happened,” Calvin asked, shaking his head in disbelief.
“The cards are a valued tool,” Sandra explained, as she put her deck back in a protective, hand-sewn pouch. She pulled the drawstring to contain the energies. “The cards are a personal tool for communication with our Spirit Guides.”
“Unseen forces really are working in our favor,” Frankie interrupted.
“We consult the cards when we’re faced with a problem and need guidance. We receive messages for what we need to know to advance or retreat.”
“Really,” he said, nodding. He didn’t know what to say. He still couldn’t believe what he had seen.
The two girls paid him no attention.
“Let me touch up my makeup. Then, we’ll go.” Frankie applied her usual black eyeliner and lipstick.
“Sandra, tell me more about your Spirit Guides,” Calvin asked, sitting on the tiny, weathered couch.
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