Many people think tarot card readers are like the voodoo priestess in my book – a gnarled old woman who speaks in stilted, ominous phrases. I’ve seen psychics who dress for the job, maybe adopt a breathy voice, but I view that more as acting a part, like a role on stage. It makes business sense because it’s what people expect. (Disclaimer: To be fair, some adopt this look because it’s their style and that’s cool. I’m not saying people who dress the part do or don’t read cards well – I’m saying that it has no bearing either way.)
But in general, the truth is a bit more mundane than that. When my husband reads cards, he shows up in jeans, sometimes a Monty Python tee shirt, and sneakers. Not very mystical, is he? Yet his clients tell me how accurate he is, and he really is kinda scary. (And I’m not just talking about what his hair looks like first thing in the morning!)
There’s a truth in here somewhere about not judging a book by its cover… or a tarot card reader by his robes.