The day after singing to Blake on his birthday, my Godmother messaged me in the morning telling me to go to Treadwell's. She said it was the true magicest bookshop in London. When I walked in the door, Rob was saying to the counter-person "When I emerged from the Tube station, there were Welsh boys in the street singing Jerusalem..."

That was enough of a sign for me. I asked if they had Tarot readers in, and when the person behind the counter pointed at Rob and said he was the reader, I electronically crossed his palm with silver, and he took me into a small room wallpapered with exotic birds and read my cards with poetic precision. I knew he was a fellow Wizard just by one look in his eyes, and sure enough it was one of the best readings I've ever had-- I say that as a Tarot-Wizard myself. Often when people read for me I'm like, 'Yes, but also no,' but in the case of Rob, I was still thinking about what he had said days and days later.

So if you're in the vicinity of London and mystified about something, go see Rob and tell him I sent you. He's a Wizard's Wizard.

(Here's my Blake-post:)

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