Page 11 of The Uprising
Sylvia shuffled her Tarot and Angel Oracle card decks and within minutes she began to sway from side to side, to her inner rhythm.
‘Tell me when to stop,’ she said. Cara was used to Sylvia’s card trance and was soothed by the sight of her as she watched her reveal the cards and flip them over one-by-one.
‘Let’s start with the wild card that jumped out. It’s a Five of Wands, which indicates a total breakdown of communication. Some kind of conflict is brewing, and I see George at the centre.’
‘Oh no,’ said Cara.
‘He seems to be locked into conflict on several fronts. He will have to face an old enemy.’ Sylvia pointed to the Tower card next, which Cara recognised as another conflict card. ‘The Tower forewarns of destruction and chaos which in Tudorville terms must be some type of war.’
Cara shuddered. 'I feel woefully ill-equipped for another confrontation,' she said. ‘Last time, I didn't know what we were up against, and that was bad enough. Now I know exactly how terrifying it is in Tudorville, and it makes it a hundred times worse.’
Sylvia had fallen into a deep trance, and didn’t hear Cara’s words, but continued, ‘Old ego has resurfaced. As you feared, your Twin Flame mission is not complete. There are many things you must still resolve before you’re at peace together. You are in the ascension phase, but karma is rising up and must be repaired.’
Cara's heart thudded, and her mind raced. Why did they have to keep being swept back into this drama? She longed for their ordinary life when the main focus of their day was what they would eat for dinner. She had never envied ordinary couples, more.
Sylvia’s eyes flickered open after revealing a few more cards. Cara knew from experience that there was no point trying to get her to continue. When it was over, it was over.
‘That’s it. Was it of any use?’ Sylvia often couldn’t recall her words after she emerged from the reading.
‘What did you see, Sylvia?’
'I saw fire and great conflict; men at arms, some kind of violent battle, and George in the thick of it. I would advise you to take things slowly until we know more about the significance of this vision. One thing is for certain—there’s an uprising. An uprising of old pain and wounds, both in the emotional realm and in real-life events.’
‘I don’t feel ready to face another dangerous conflict,’ Cara rested her head in her hands.
Sylvia touched Cara’s arm. ‘Know that you are always equipped to deal with whatever is on the cards for you. It is out of your hands, and all you can do is follow your inner nudges.’
Cara raised her head and stared at Sylvia, wishing she had seen something more hopeful for her in the cards.
‘This is the stirring up of old pain between you and George in Tudorville. But it will all be resolved. Don’t forget the True Love card also showed itself; you must be true to your Twin Flame destiny.’ Sylvia tapped the colourful True Love card with her glossy red nails.
They chatted for a few more minutes and Cara finished her tea and left. It was good to confide in Sylvia, but she was even more uptight than when she’d arrived. If it was calming solace she was seeking, that hadn’t been on the cards for her today.
Whirring thoughts jostled for her attention as she weaved slowly through the damp York streets, mindlessly stepping around sparkling puddles on her way back to the car.
Hampton Court Palace, London, 1536 - Tudorville
Cara stirred in the early morning chill and opened her eyes. She saw the sumptuous curtains of the four-poster bed and the Tudor beams above her head, and realised she was back in their palace apartment.
She was zig-zagging between the two timelines at a frantic pace and had a flash of a memory of her meeting with Sylvia. She recalled something about George being at the centre of a violent uprising.
‘George? George?’ she called. No response. She wandered into the other room to find his clothes from the previous night strewn across the furniture, but no sign of him.
Where had he gone? She must warn him.
Several minutes later, the door opened, and he entered. ‘Good day, my love. And how are you on this fine, chilly morning?’
Never angry for long, he had the same sunny temperament as he did in the present-day.
Cara crossed the room and threw her arms around his neck and he held her tight. ‘Thank goodness you're all right. I had the most awful dream you were in the middle of an uprising.’
‘Hush,’ he said. ‘Everything’s fine. I’m here.’
And then the other chaotic memories cascaded into her consciousness. Cara looked into his dark eyes and said. ‘Is it true about Marianne?’
George released her abruptly, his open expression becoming instantly guarded. ‘Must we do this again, now?’ he said.
‘Yes,’ she replied. ‘Your response indicates it’s true. Or will you tell me otherwise?’ Cara held his stare, unblinking. As forbidding as he made it to challenge him, she would not back down.
