Some years ago when we lived in Boynton Beach, Florida, a group of us were sitting around the kitchen table, pulling tarot cards at random. A neighbor, Jeri, stopped by with her five-year-old son, saw the cards, and immediately pulled a chair up to the table.
“Will the cards tell me if I’m pregnant?” she asked.
“Possibly,” I replied, and handed her the deck. “Shuffle with your question in mind, fan the deck out face down, and pull three cards.”
In the tarot, there are two cards that nearly always mean pregnancy if that’s what you’re asking about: the page of cups and The Empress. Jeri didn’t pull either one. She didn’t even pull one of the backups – the Ace of Cups. “There’s nothing about pregnancy here,” I told her.
“Let me pull a card,” her son piped up.
So we reshuffled the deck, fanned out the cards, and her son approached the table, his expression very focused. Then he picked his card: The Empress.
“You’re pregnant,” I blurted.
A week later, the pregnancy was verified by her doctor.
This is synchronicity in action. For that single moment when her son picked his card, the Empress was the one in 78 that could give her the definitive answer she asked for and her son chose it.
