I’m not a medium, not usually, anyway. But once in a while, when doing a tarot reading, the dead come through. A few of these occasions have been like a small footnote to the whole process and the tarot session itself; but there have been several times that were quite profound and memorable, either to me, or to my client, or both.

Once such case involved the four of pentacles. I was using the Rider/Waite deck, and the imagery on this card is that of a male figure with both feet firmly planted on his gold coins, and his arms wrapped protectively around two more coins. The common interpretation for the four of pentacles is The Miser, that penny-pinching individual who refuses to part with his money.

As some of you know, I read using the intuitive method, which basically means that I simply allow my sub-conscious to run amok and pick up, see, or feel anything that the images on a tarot card might spontaneously trigger. Needless to say, most interpretations brought up this way have absolutely nothing to do with the traditional meaning of a card. These flashes of insight, visions, feelings, and such are often way out in left field, and sometimes the only one who can really make sense of them is my client.

That was the case this day:

As I was staring at the figure on this card, the four of pentacles, the entity of an old man was suddenly very present (in my mind and around us). I kept talking and staring and talking and staring intently at the card: “Oh, my.” I said, overwhelmed by the feelings. “His hands are curled up tight in a fist.” And as I said this I was grimacing and clenching my own fists, drawing my hands up to my chest. “Oooh, it’s icky!” I said, still grimacing, overwhelmed at the emotions and sensations. It was awful.

The woman stopped me, sort of abruptly. I think she was concerned for me.

“Wait,” she said, “I have to tell you…”

And then she went on to explain that her father-in-law had recently passed away and had left her and her husband what amounted to a small fortune, a life-changing amount of money. But that wasn’t all. When he died, she told me, he was frightened, and he was in pain, and he was fighting the death process with all his might. It was terrible to watch.

“He curled his hands up to his chest, clenching them into tight fists.” she said, staring straight into my eyes, wanting me to understand.

I looked down at the male figure on the four of pentacles tarot card, and I knew that what I was really looking at was this woman’s father-in-law.

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