In the veiled realms of the arcane, I am a seer of the tarot’s mystic weave; my birth was a fragile dance with the void, emerging untimely, my breath stilled for fleeting moments, only to be bound anew by the hands of a tome-weaver, granting me passage through the shadowed gate.

From the cradle’s embrace, as a tender maiden, I communed with orbs of radiant hue, descending nightly as emissaries of the unseen. My spirit, deeply attuned to the ethereal currents, perceived visions beyond mortal sight, and my tongue wove prophecies that blossomed into truth in the days to come.

Unknowing of how to guide this celestial gift, my mother deemed it the whimsy of a child’s mind, yet when fate unfurled my words, she whispered, ‘Thou art akin to a sorceress.’ In the union of matrimony, my consort bestowed upon me the Rider’s tarot, a sealed mystery I gazed upon yet feared to unravel; a decade passed ere I dared to part its pages, and I was ensorcelled by its tale and the sacred intent of its crafting as a conduit of the divine.

Thenceforth, I ventured to decipher the cards for others, their truths striking with uncanny precision. To assay my craft, I opened a portal on ETSY, where strangers from distant lands and diverse lineages sought my insight, and my readings held true, drawing many to my light. Yet, I sensed this path was not my destined course, and so I paused. Now, I tread a deeper path, having immersed myself in the sacred arts of numerology and astrology, that I might interpret with greater wisdom and offer solace to those who seek.