Tarot And Other Spiritual Things
From James Donahue’s Journal
At about the time Doris discovered her ability to communicate with spiritual forces via her board, Jennifer seemed to acquire a skill at reading Tarot cards. I don’t know when or how it came to her. The first time I saw her do this was during that strange period prior to the sale of the house and our move to Arizona.
She had both Doris and me shuffle and lay out the cards and gave us both readings back to back. She said the readings came up almost the same for both of us. We were both questioning our decision to leave and worrying about the possibility of falling into ruin if we allowed our fears to control us. She said that if we “go with the flow” and stop worrying, there would be rewards. The cards predicted obstacles ahead of us and discouragement from family and friends.
I wrote that day in the diary that we were surely doing something that defied logic. “It is the crux of my own concern. What guy in his late fifties would give up his home and any chance of security to go off traipsing in the desert trying to make contact with a strange tribe of people who live in another world?”
During this time Doris and I were considering buying a small used motor home to take with us to Arizona. We reasoned that it would give us some security of having a roof over our head, no matter where we roamed. The board, however, told us that we would not need this. There were times, however, when I thought the board had given us bad advice.
On another occasion we asked the board why we were the ones to go among the Hopi. The answer was that we were chosen. We were told that our DNA was altered via our parents and that it was a universal plan for Doris and me to marry and have children. Doris’ brother, Wayne, also inherited the DNA strain but he married the wrong woman so his children are not among the chosen.
One evening in late August we were visited by a young man, a cousin of Jennifer’s friend Julie, who was studying among Buddhist monks at a shrine at Taos, New Mexico. He was visiting in the area and wanted to meet us. I wrote of his visit: “he was such a bright addition to such a dreary day that we reveled in his light. We talked of spiritual things and our interest in the Hopi. He told of how students of the Dali Lama are gathering at the Four Corners in anticipation of the Great Purification.
We talked with excitement about having a chance to be there at this time in human history. Before he left he asked us to be sure to stop and see him when we get to his area. We never did.
On August 30 I wrote: “Time is running out. It is as if I am frozen, unable to function. There must be something more I can do, but for the life of me, I cannot think of what it would be. I am going through each day as if it were normal, and that everything will continue on as it always has. Yet in just one week our lives will be changed forever.”
From James Donahue’s Journal
At about the time Doris discovered her ability to communicate with spiritual forces via her board, Jennifer seemed to acquire a skill at reading Tarot cards. I don’t know when or how it came to her. The first time I saw her do this was during that strange period prior to the sale of the house and our move to Arizona.
She had both Doris and me shuffle and lay out the cards and gave us both readings back to back. She said the readings came up almost the same for both of us. We were both questioning our decision to leave and worrying about the possibility of falling into ruin if we allowed our fears to control us. She said that if we “go with the flow” and stop worrying, there would be rewards. The cards predicted obstacles ahead of us and discouragement from family and friends.
I wrote that day in the diary that we were surely doing something that defied logic. “It is the crux of my own concern. What guy in his late fifties would give up his home and any chance of security to go off traipsing in the desert trying to make contact with a strange tribe of people who live in another world?”
During this time Doris and I were considering buying a small used motor home to take with us to Arizona. We reasoned that it would give us some security of having a roof over our head, no matter where we roamed. The board, however, told us that we would not need this. There were times, however, when I thought the board had given us bad advice.
On another occasion we asked the board why we were the ones to go among the Hopi. The answer was that we were chosen. We were told that our DNA was altered via our parents and that it was a universal plan for Doris and me to marry and have children. Doris’ brother, Wayne, also inherited the DNA strain but he married the wrong woman so his children are not among the chosen.
One evening in late August we were visited by a young man, a cousin of Jennifer’s friend Julie, who was studying among Buddhist monks at a shrine at Taos, New Mexico. He was visiting in the area and wanted to meet us. I wrote of his visit: “he was such a bright addition to such a dreary day that we reveled in his light. We talked of spiritual things and our interest in the Hopi. He told of how students of the Dali Lama are gathering at the Four Corners in anticipation of the Great Purification.
We talked with excitement about having a chance to be there at this time in human history. Before he left he asked us to be sure to stop and see him when we get to his area. We never did.
On August 30 I wrote: “Time is running out. It is as if I am frozen, unable to function. There must be something more I can do, but for the life of me, I cannot think of what it would be. I am going through each day as if it were normal, and that everything will continue on as it always has. Yet in just one week our lives will be changed forever.”