So i had some friends visit for a good old catch up and many glasses of wine. One of the evenings, I got out my tarot cards and started to do a reading. For my first friend, (we'll call Jo),I couldnt get an awful lot as my 2nd friend energy, (we'll call 'Trace') was trying to grab my attention.
As i started to read the cards, I realised that i didnt need my cards as I felt like I had to draw! Now, i'm no artist as a very good friend of mine will vouch for (the horse! thats all im saying. We still laugh about it today!). So i started to draw houses that I could see. They were old houses, with thatched roofs but not a typical shape. I started to draw them and the surroundings and despite a few wines down, the drawings were not that bad!! ha ha!. I started going into detail of what was there, what had happened and how that impacted on Trace. I saw here there.
Unfortunately, there was a lot of detail and discussion but I failed to write it all down or keep all the drawings.
However, both Jo and Trace knew exactly what i was talking about and they recognised the drawings. There is an 'old' village on the Isle of Man that I was referring too, see photos
I also kept seeing Trace's house but in a different century. I described rivers, fields, secret passageways and a lot more. I also kept drawing a cross of some sorts and an emblem