03/19/2026
The cards do not speak loudly,
Nor do they beg to be heard.
They wait—quietly, patiently—
like a gently perched bird.
And I have learned to listen,
to what moves beneath the sound,
to the breath before the question,
to the truth not spoken aloud.
For the spirit of the tarot is not in the cards alone,
it lives in the space between the known and unknown,
in the glance you try to steady,
in the places you’re destined to be.
And always-
they tell me your story,
they dance onto the table & cannot help but to glow,
they rise into the room
with a truth you already know.
My favorite moment comes—
when you finally exhale,
Your armor falls around you,
and we find your holy grail.
Because here, you do not have to hide,
you do not have to pretend,
I meet you where you are,
not where you think you should have been.
The magic of my work is not just in the symbols,
Or patterns to decode,
But sitting with a soul
at a tender place in the road.
And sometimes I see aching,
old wounds that still remain,
cycles turning quietly
through memory and pain.
But I will not turn away from that,
and I will not leave you there,
for nothing within you is broken
beyond love, beyond repair.
The cards do not come to condemn you,
they do not come to decide,
they come to reveal what is ready
to rise from deep inside.
So when I lay them before you,
I am not coldly delivering your fate,
I am offering you a portal,
a doorway you may walk through—when you’re ready to find your way.
Bardic Musings by Brittania 🧚✨
-an excerpt from a poem of mine called “From my side of the table” about the things I see, feel, & carry as a Psychic Reader, a look inside my experience as I seek to help & heal others.
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