I never wanted to be psychic.
I grew up believing that anything “witchy” or “occulty” was evil. Like most things I feared, I didn’t understand it. People involved in this work were The Other, enemies of Christianity who needed to “get saved” or keep on their fast track to hell.
God/dess certainly has a sense of humor.
I’ve always been sensitive. The favorite word adults liked to use around me was moody. Of course, this was long before I understood the meaning of empath and subconsciously believed that if I soaked up the emotions of others, I’d heal them.
No wonder I had serious headaches for 20 years.
Would you believe me if I told you that a nun introduced me to Tarot? It’s true. At 28, I constantly juggled a life of hopeful bitterness and took those cards from her hands, wanting relief.
The cards didn’t answer me. I simply played with them for a few hours and returned them. I moved on to “real life” and a constant search for a job that would support me financially, spiritually and emotionally.
In my early 30s, one of my oldest friends casually said over lunch, “You’re a healer. You’re going to read cards someday.” Of course she was crazy. What the hell was a healer? Did that mean that people would leap from wheelchairs when I touched them? It boosted my ego for a moment and then I dismissed it altogether.
But Tarot kept seeking me out — on coffeetables, bookstores and friends literally handing me decks. When I moved to Vermont in 2004, people “mysteriously” wandered into my life to teach me what I needed to know. Or they would just say, “Good job. Keep going.”
My friend Karen introduced me to the The Faeries’ Oracle deck. She was so open and thoughtful when she read and approached the tattered cards like they were old friends. She encouraged me to start reading for others but I was not yet ready. I purchased The Goddess Tarot and began studying on my own. Over and over, I’d throw cards and consult the tiny book. I started with one card, then three. Eventually, I moved on to the Celtic cross spread, which is the foundation of all my Tarot spreads.
As I slowly opened up my heart, the work found me. One day a friend at the local cafe called and said that two women wanted a reading. I hesitated. I remember walking down the road and heard an inner voice say, This day is going to change your life. I was nervous and insecure; my armpits soaking wet. The perfectly coiffed women were gracious, though I probably gave them a 45 minute lesson in the history of Tarot.
At the end of her reading, the woman looked me straight in the eye and said, “My dear, you have a gift.”
And so I began.
“Work” is a misnomer. I love being a healer. I’ve guided thousands of clients — doctors, teachers, celebrities, lawyers, shamans, psychics, moms, students and millionaires — to their own inner healer.
As I walk this path, I will always see Tarot as my friend who helped open the door to a world that was simply waiting for me to explore it. No judgment, no shame. Just, here is your gift and away we go.
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BIO
Raven Mardirosian is a down-to-earth healer who uses her gifts through intuitive readings, mentoring and Reiki sessions. She believes that everyone is blessed with the gift of intuition. Her passion is empowering women for the betterment of the planet.
Her specialty is “healing the healer” and mentoring those who have decided to offer their intuitive gifts in service to others.
Raven has an M.A. in English (City College/CUNY) and is a published writer, teacher and speaker. She is also an accomplished artist. For many years, she taught high school English in NYC, MA and VT public schools and now is a writing coach/editor. Raven is based in southern VT and happily offers intuitive readings, mentoring and Reiki sessions to US and international clients. LGBT family always welcome.
