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DIARY OF A TAROT READER
By Anna of Liscard-based Predictions .
Sometimes you just have to walk in blind . No preconceptions , no clues . Trust your gut and do what you have to do .
That ’ s what I did one night in a top Liverpool hotel following a call from a staff member asking me to come over . Quickly .
I knew the lady who made that call – she ’ d been to me for readings . She was grounded and practical , not prone to flights of fancy . Which is why I was surprised when she used the term “ haunting ” again and again .
After I ’ d agreed to go over , I sat and thought about what she ’ d told me : a decent room ( not cheap by any stretch of the imagination ) until recently rented out to business folk who were now flatly refusing to stay there , claiming – remember , these people were unknown to each other – that they had been woken by a woman standing over them and a door opening on its own .
Two days later , when I arrived at the hotel just after 10pm , I was met by the manager – an imposing figure clearly unimpressed we were there . Good looking , tall and cool as a cucumber , he didn ’ t waste any time in letting me know that he was indulging his staff by allowing me on site , but he did agree that I could read for him privately ( we ’ ll come back to this later ).
The manager insisted that I should find the room in question on my own . He accompanied me as I took the stairs to the next level , where I worked my way through a maze of corridors . I knew I was heading in the right direction , then finally I stopped at a first floor room . This was it . I nodded to the manager , who took out the master key , all the while looking at his assistant who he clearly thought had tipped me off . She hadn ’ t .
I knew I had the right room as soon as the door opened ! The energy in there was beyond heavy , truly oppressive . I glanced in the bathroom mirror and for a split second saw writing on it – backwards writing fading too quickly for me to read .
I sat quietly on the bed . I could feel the woman coming closer as I saw a scene play out in front of me …
She walked to the desk and took out paper and envelopes . I watched as she scribbled three notes , scrunching one up , throwing it into the bin , then starting again . Satisfied , she went to the bathroom , brought back a number of towels and laid them out on the bed . Lastly , she straightened her appearance in the mirror , took one of the notes and cellotaped it to the wardrobe door she had left open ( thus blocking the view of the bed from the main door ). She came back to the bed , lifted her handbag , took out a bottle of tablets , then swallowed them all with a glass of water , before laying down .
I was repeating everything to the small gathering in the room . One of the assistant managers was crying quietly in the corner , the other lady with us was shaking , and the whole room was still , deathly quiet .
At this point , the manager asked me and an independent observer ( a serving police officer I ’ d asked to come with me ) to step outside into the corridor .
He confirmed that a few weeks earlier there had been a lady who had taken her own life in that room . He wasn ’ t sure he believed what he ’ d just witnessed , but he had no explanation as to how I knew so much , given how careful he ’ d been to keep the matter quiet .
There was indeed a message to him . This beautiful , troubled lady had left a note apologising for her suicide along with a cheque covering her bill , addressed to him . He found the other letters , too , after being alerted by the cleaner – one to her husband and one to her brother . He ’ d found her lying on the bed on top of the towels …
I knew then that the manager believed me . I couldn ’ t have known any of this , everything had been kept out of the press , and the coroner ’ s report hadn ’ t yet been filed . NOTHING WAS IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN .
Remember the backwards writing in the mirror ? She had taped a note to the wardrobe door saying : “ DO NOT ENTER , PHONE PARAMEDICS AND POLICE ”. For whatever reason , the wardrobe door had closed on its own . The protection she had tried to offer to the next person opening the main door had failed . Her warning was only now visible in the bathroom mirror opposite ( hence me seeing it backwards ). A cleaner had entered in the morning and found her .
We did what we needed to do that night , and I ’ m eternally grateful to my colleague for holding her nerve and helping that poor soul to find the light . I believe we left her in peace .
And to the police officer who took the notes that evening , notes I have to this day , thank you , too .
Remember the manager ? The cool as a cucumber cynic who I read for at the start ? One of the messages I gave him was that he would change jobs by February the following year ( which he did ), and that some of his staff were stealing and supplying a pub ( they were ). Let ’ s call him David .
David is now a successful wine merchant with a thriving business and a client of mine to this day ...
Until next time .
I heard a voice I knew was hers , saying : “ One of the notes was for him ( the manager ), my husband and I had split up . I came to see my brother in Liverpool before I did this !” wirrallife . com 15