The Beginning

Every story should have a great beginning. There should be something that grabs you as the reader and makes you want to come back and see what happens next....here's mine.

My son died.

TERRIBLE beginning, I know, it is pretty terrible, but it's also honest. You'll find out sooner or later, so I'm just going to put it out there. Brandon was 21, a college student, a friend, a brother, a son. By all accounts he was a kind person, and is missed by many. His death devastated me. He was my middle child, the one that worked hard to keep the peace and also make everyone laugh. I think if you’d met him you’d agree that his smile and his laugh could bring world peace….or at least make us all feel better about how things were really going. He was that kind of kid.

It's no surprise then that this kid is no different as a spirit. Seriously, he hasn't changed all that much. I can't see him or hear him because I don't have those gifts, but he sent me to someone who could. Four days after his death and he was already trying to get someone to talk to me in his words! He was doing all kinds of crazy things as a new spirit, including sending me quarters with important dates on them and hiding socks in the hotel room. Why does all of this matter? Because up until this moment in my life, I believed that death was the end of things. Sure you went to heaven and got wings, but you stayed there, and if you didn't, it meant there was trouble that kept you back.

SINCE THEN…I have learned differently about this realm. I used to make fun of people who thought this way. My son communicates REGULARLY through a medium (who was once a very close friend) and her daughter. In fact, he prefers her daughter because he loves being young again. He’s reliving all those baseball diamond days with her, only it’s softball. He’s sitting in math class again, only this time he can get away with being the clown because only she sees him. Heaven is all that you thought it was friends, but it’s so much more. As much as I’d like to go, I’ve also learned there’s a time and a place for everything.

I’m not saying we are all on a big clock in the sky…but we all have a plan, and we all have an expiration date. Some of us are lucky enough to grow old, while some are taken unexpectedly. Through learning all of this I met my guide, and I learned that I have had a hidden gift all along. Dear friends that have made it this far….I have learned that I am a Tarot reader. I have always had an affinity for cards. I used to make up my own games with rules that changed whenever I wanted them to. It’s only natural that as an adult I found reading tarot to be one of my most favorite things to do. I never would have found the cards if I hadn’t been introduced to my Medium friend. Sadly, I wouldn’t have met her if I hadn’t lost my son, Brandon. It does give me some peace to know that everything has worked out as it should, but it doesn’t ease the loss.

Simply put, my gift is to be able to use my guide to connect to your energy to pull cards that are meaningful to you and whatever question lies in your heart. I’ve surprised people, I have made people cry, but I’ve also made people mad. The cards don’t lie, and I can’t make them lie. When I read for you, this is coming FROM YOU. The cards are simply a tool I can use to pull the information out of you and lay it in front of you for you to see.

This website will be a launching pad of sorts. I will share my thoughts here in blog form, and I hope to make this a page that’s fun to visit. My computer skills are barely average, so in time I hope to learn to put fun widgets on the page to entertain you in addition to my fancy blogging. I’d love to do a reading for you, and I promise you I’m worth the trouble. If you don’t want to book through this crazy website, that’s fine, email me or find me at MadHawk Tarot on facebook. I do Live Tarot readings Tuesday nights on my page, as well as doing private readings off page.

Until then…I’ve got my decks all warmed up and ready to read…what will yours say?