am what some people call an intuitive. When I lay out the tarot cards, I get mental impressions related to the questions that have been asked. Sometimes they take the form of pictures, or voices or words on a page, or even aromas or feelings. I do my best to make sense of them and convey them to you in a way that provides useful guidance. Am I making sense to you?”
Werner nodded.
“Good. Then what are the questions you would like answered?”
“Wow, Linda, you caught me a bit off guard. I suppose the biggest question is whether you can tell me anything about where my daughter Marie might be. I still believe she’s alive, but my best guess is that she emigrated three or four years ago. Am I wasting my time staying in Boston tracking down leads to her? In my heart I feel it’s time to go back to Utah, but Carol doesn’t want to leave Boston, and I don’t want to hurt her by going without her. Sooner or later, something has to give. So where do I go from here?”
Linda Holt closed her eyes, lowered her head as if in prayer, and set the tarot deck in front of Werner.
“Cut the deck, shuffle it thoroughly, and put it back face down on the desk,” she told him.
He did as told. Then Linda dealt the cards in rapid succession, laying them in rows, pausing only occasionally to turn them over or arrange them in groups. When she was finished, though nearly all were face up, Werner could discern no meaningful pattern. Nor did he know what any of the tarot images signified.
“I am receiving some very distinct impressions,” Linda began. “First, someone from your past will come back into your life and raise important unresolved issues. The nature of these issues is not being revealed to me, but I get a very clear sense that you will recognize this person and will understand what the issues will mean for you.
“Next, I am picking up the presence of three females, one of them a mature woman, a mother perhaps, and two of them younger, perhaps the woman’s daughters. The woman and the older daughter have passed to the other side. The younger daughter is still on this plane, but further information is being withheld from me. The message is coming through that, before you can learn more about your daughter’s situation, you must complete some business here in Boston. The two women who have passed over are asking to come through but something is blocking them until certain tasks are underway.”
Werner sat alert in his straight-backed wooden chair, his eyes wide and his mouth agape.
“Can you describe the blockage in more detail?” he asked. “Is there something I’m doing wrong?”
“No, that’s not it,” Linda replied, still in reverie. “The forces at work here are powerful, but not ill-intentioned. I sense that they may be your spirit guides, the team representing you, so to speak, on the other side. They are quite firm about this. Their point is that you have some duty so important that it takes precedence even over your family. It involves others who have already made a great sacrifice for a cause you share with them, a cause that reaches far into the past and extends far into the future. At some level, Frank, I believe you have already chosen this role as well as the duty that comes with it.”
Linda Holt opened her eyes and gave Werner an expectant smile.
“You must have questions, Frank. Please go ahead.”
“I don’t know where to begin. But, for starters, did you really get all that from the cards?”
“Not all of it, of course, but everything that came through is reflected quite clearly in the cards. There is no mistaking it, Frank. I don’t recall ever having so many big cards come up in one reading as consistently as they did in yours. Something big is about to happen in your life. And when it does, everything is going to change.”
Before Frank could answer, the Professor opened the door and poked his head into the room.
“I’ve been asked to summon you two to the next room,” he