I was born into a family of card players, my brother and me became keen card players, enjoying the social aspects of playing card games both as children and adults. My grand parents started teaching us playing and handing the cards with care and respect, even before we could count. They were themselves keen bridge players in organized bridge rings. From them, we learned every game there was. We played canasta, bridge, rummy, old maid and many solitaire games - everything except for Poker, which was not at all allowed to play!
 
Quite quickly I developed a relationship with the suits. I felt the different energies of the suits, the court cards and the pips. Whenever I held a deck of playing cards in my hand, I felt a rush of history, magic and more-ness coming over me. I knew from within that the deck was more than games. And when I at one point met an old lady, with long grey hair in a knot and a crystal ball (yes, she actually had one), giving me a psychic reading, using cartomancy (divination with playing cards) and palmistry (reading the palms of the hand) as her tools, I had found my muse. This old Norwegian lady has gone into history now, but her reading I will never forget.
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From there, I started searching. I bought my first Tarot deck when I was 15. There was no internet then, only bookstores. I was lucky to be living close to a store in Oslo (Norway) with a considerable collection of spiritual books. I went there often and stayed for hours. They had four different tarot decks in their stock, as I recall. I was both intrigued and scared of the Tarot, and I didn´t really know if it was "good" or "bad". My veil was very thin at that time, and I was sensitive to energies (as I am still), both light and dark. It took me quite some time to find the courage to buy a deck. I did not know anyone then, who knew the Tarot. I became a self-made reader from books and intuition, and I read mostly to myself. 
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I travelled a lot in my 20s, trying to understand the world around me. I brought my deck everywhere, next to pen, paper and toothbrush. During this decade I read many, many books on spiritual development and ancient wisdom as well as doing my undergraduate university studies, BA in history and religion. By opening the Tarot daily, I quickly learned that the Tarot was uncompromisingly honest. Neither my ego, nor my heart, was ready for the shadows the tarot showed me, or deep transformational work it suggested.
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During my 30s I settled geographically, but my inner travels became much deeper. I had used my teens, my 20s and early 30s to explore different mystic, spiritual and religious circles and communities - of many I was very disappointed. I slowly returned to "my own stuff", my simple meditations, nature wisdom, embodiment practices and listening inwards. I developed a deeper relationship with the Tarot now, realizing it was bringing me directly to the source, no need for a mediator. All I needed was practice and staying my ground. From this point I knew I could trust myself in this work, but I also understood that I needed time to mature.
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When I turned 40, I had been through some life experiences and personal trauma some people would name "The dark night of the soul". I realized how wisdom comes with age and experience, when the inner world is dedicated to grow, deepen, learn and evolve. That the years lived is needed in order to "collect data" to be able to see and feel in a much deeper way. During these years, I developed my intuitive skills in a way I had never done before, and practicing how to use this skill (that we all have innate, but need to learn to use again).
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Today I practice not only intuitive reading, I also train mediumship skills and animal communication. I am not ready in these modalities yet, but by the time I am turning 50, I hope I will be!
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