The tarot cards

The tarot cards

A Story by Coyote Poetry
"

We can learn things in the strangest places on this planet.

"
                      The tarot cards

I went to an old dark carnival on a hidden road outside of Sarajevo.
I have been having a dream about a Gypsy woman. The dreams had brought me to the carnival tonight.

I didn't believe in heaven or hell. Old Army had contorted my mind and I lapse into a barbarian state. I was isolated and alone with being surrounded by a company of Soldiers.

I aspire a passage to peace and calm in the mist of hate and war. It was an Indian Summer. A warm evening I wandered into the dark carnival. Beautiful young women with dark eyes and flowing black hair seduced me with their smiles. The shapely young woman did not tempt me yet.

I was trying to find a remnant of my soul. The creed of the Army was eating away at my spirit. Kill or be killed.

I hear musical wind chimes calling me to follow the sound. I ended up at a beautiful decorated tent. Welcome was written in many languages. A beautiful Gypsy woman appears at the entrance of the tent. She bowed to me. Showing me a full and beautiful cleavage. She waved me into the tent.

She tells me welcome in perfect English. She tells me to sit down and rest. She ask would I desire some tea? She smiles and whispered. "We have a lot of time my stranger friend. Few have the desire to visit us tonight."

I agree to the tea. She brings the tea to me. Tells me. "This is a spiritual tea for friends only. It is pleasing to the mind and the soul. My homemade blend. Allow us to talk without fear. Allow me to probe your mind without the walls of a masquerade."

I told her I wanted one answer only. She slowly turns and moved her legs slowly. Allowing me to see her tan and strong legs. With a gentle smile she stands up  and goes behind me. Leaning her body into mine. I felt the heat of her warm body. She whispered into my ear. " You came here for many reasons. Death is near you today. You are dark with hate. My price to save your life will be cheap."

She sat down and spread the cards on the marble table. She tells me. "These card are very old. Rarely do they lie. The cards are the passages to things to be. Nothing is written in stone. We are creatures led by greed and the thrill of testing life. Destiny and the unknown can turn paradise into hell. Hell into paradise."

The first card was the Joker. She smiles and tells me. "The Joker looks at life without fear. He can laugh and smile in the heat of the battle."

The second card was the Traveler. She tells me. " The traveler loved the road more than love and family. Nothing will hold him down."

The third card was the Goddess of birth. She tells me. "Life will come out of you. Great things will come to you if you allow the heart to be re-born."

The fourth card was the Jackal. Her face showed sadness. She whispers "The Jackal  can mean many things. A man must control his anger and not allow hate to base his life on."

The fifth card showed the God of light. The Gypsy woman smiles and tells me. "Few have the gift of greatness. Some of us are born to live and die. Do nothing but suck the energy out of this beautiful planet. Your dreams are hidden today. I can feel the hope and desire to escape this place you are in today."

She takes my hand and whisper. "Your aura is black You need to meditate and forgive the sins of the past. A person filled with hate and pain is just waiting for death. He is forgotten and lost."

She brings my hand to her breast. She tells me. "My heart beats. Your heart is beating. Don't allow the bigots and liars to kill your dreams and goals. Many parasites will desire to take you down to their level. We are brethren and sister. I feel the gypsy soul in you. Few of us can see the world with open eyes. I see the Gypsy in your eyes and heart. Please stay free."

I take her hand.  I kiss it gently. I thank her for her time and lay a $100 on the marble table.

She stands up. Puts her arms around me. Kisses my lips and then my cheeks. Whispered into my ear. "Be like the wind. Don't allow the world to control you. You must control the world around you."

I leave the carnival. I reach into my pocket. The Gypsy woman slips a necklace with a white crystal.  I put the the necklace on.  I feel better already.

                            Coyote






© 2013 Coyote Poetry



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As I have said before, many of your works remind me of Hemingway, one of my favorites...

I enjoyed the story as there is much wisdom behind it, yet I'm very cynical at times, perhaps because life and experience have made me that way... I suspect the things that the beautiful gypsy woman told you were not the mark of revelation; moreover, her prophetic wisdom was something you knew all along, perhaps you simply needed to hear the words.... After all, look at the destruction you were witness to....

I may be way off on this one, Coyote, just my perception... I just know that whatever lessons we learn arise from answers already deep within us....

I must comment on the brilliant description and symbolism used, and although the atmosphere is realistic, you weave it remarkably... A truly enjoyable read...

Posted 7 Years Ago


7 of 7 people found this review constructive.




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Very well written. Some of the errors I found were:

3rd paragraph, 3rd line: instead of woman, it should be women as the rest of your words indicate that it is a plural.

In the first line of your 8th paragraph, the you have used the adverb slowly twice. I think once is enough.

In your 9th paragraph, 1st line, you have mistakenly used 'card' twice instead of 'cards'.

Those were the few mistakes that I found. Nevertheless, your story is beautiful and deep. Gives a very mysterious feeling while reading it. I enjoyed it a lot. Thank you.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

4 Years Ago

Thank you for reading and the help.
Wow! I love the story :) it is a vibrant, captivating piece here. I love the words play.

"Be like the wind. Don't allow the world to control you. You must control the world around you."

A person filled with hate and pain is just waiting for death. He is forgotten and lost."

The above lines are powerful words expressed in this piece. Great work!

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You craft the most beautiful stories and there's always positive lessons to learn. Your use of each word holds such powerful truths. Sometimes we are only able to learn by having open minds and realizing not to follow hate and become hate and destruction. Choose the path we ourselves know is right for us. I simply love your writing coyote.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow....Just wow, This is amazing

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I didn't really see any errors, this was a nice short story, very well done!

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love this story. It is really atmospheric and enchanting with it's underlying wisdoms.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This story is amazing. I enjoy all of your works, and everything new that you publish just keeps getting better.

What I really liked about this story is the atmosphere that sets and the vibe it sends. I liked the narration and the ending, it's truly an amazing story.

Keep at the good work man and thank you for this awesome write!
-Urosh Stojanovic

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Pax
you tell a great story, and you remember everthing you encounter which is really great.
I could say she's a wise gypsy woman.
i like what she said:
"Be like the wind. Don't allow the world to control you. You must control the world around you."
in other word you control your own destiny, in your hand you wield you path towards the directions whatever you take.

great job.


Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love the tenderness portrayed in this story. It is even more touching with the horror of war as it's backdrop. And here I thought you only wrote poetry, then I stumbled upon this touching piece.
You should write stories more often my friend!



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