To my surprise the reading was dead on. The first image was revealed and from then on I realized that maybe there is something behind all this mumbo-jumbo. Each card that was delicately turned over spoke to me through a newfound interpreter, and I listened focusing all concentration on this experienced voice. Inner secrets were tapped into like a video camera was recording my every move. I need to plant my feet firmly on the ground. Fear is my worst enemy and my best friend. Transformation is my hidden ability, like a chameleon I can blend in when necessary. My defense mechanism is the act of playing dead just like the possum. I seem to be balanced. There is perfection in defaults.
June 17, 1998