The mystic spread the cards before him, then became visibly troubled. He turned to a glossy black device, turned it this way and that, and seemed to be peering into its depths. Occasionally he turned back to the cards as he worked. Finally, he set the devices down and turned back to his client.
She was a typical client, young and unsure of her place in the world. It should be easy to craft a reading for her that covered the obvious topics of love both present and future. But while that might be what she asked for, he knew it wasn’t what she really needed.
He sensed in her an echo of his own gift.
She needed to be woke to her inner vision so she could help others. The number of workers with the true vision was dwindling in this age of reason.
So he picked up the black shiny disk and hung it in the air between them, and set it spinning.
She looked on in surprise. This was definitely not how these things normally proceeded. The black disk spun faster, then began to glow. Staring intently at it seemed unwise, and yet compelling. As she stared, she realized it was not simply glowing, but was painting with light inside the volume it swept out before her. She couldn’t quite make out what the lights were saying.
But they seemed to awaken something inside her.
Suddenly, she understood what was happening before her, and to her. And she smiled. She knew this was a gift she could never return. She also knew she had her work cut out for her.
The whole world of possibilities opened for her as her inner sight came to light.
And suddenly those minor romantic problems fell away as unimportant.
And the world gained a new, fledgling mystic.