Whenever anyone wishes me a long life, I’m like, no thanks. I mean, robust health until the end? Absolutely. Happy times? All the way. As much as I love the tangible quality of the human experience, I am eager to return to the spirit world/Universe/expanded consciouness/whateva. Yet I know I’m in for the long haul and I’ve made my peace with it. What’s 40+ years? Nothing. It’ll go by in a flash and gives time to complete my dharma. My work in magic guarantees that I’ll only gain more wisdom until the day I drop — indeed, a psychic told me I’d die during a session (apologies to that future client…)
Some Tarot clients stress staying relevant as they age. My advice? Be of service. Assure the children that you are doing as much as you can to leave the world better than when you arrived. Serve the Light and your energy and influence will stretch far beyond this one life.
Service isn’t flashy. It’s quiet and humble with amazing power: to open our hearts, find our way back to vulnerability and see everyone as assistants — irritating or not — in our soul’s evolution.