Not all that wander are lost.
- This will most likely be a very long post as I have so much to share with you all!
- I am by NO MEANS a professional, I have just jumped into the ocean of Tarot but I still want to share what I have learned so far. So take what resonates with you, what peaks your curiosity, and what inspires you- leave the rest to the wind.
Let’s get started!
If you have been following my most recent posts, you’ll know by now that I grew up in a pretty conservative religious background. So conservative that anything (literally anything) outside of my religion was deemed as ungodly or from the devil himself. Tarot, would have definitely fulfilled that area of the unknown to be feared and avoided at all costs. What can I say?! I’m a wandering soul.
My first encounter with Tarot cards was pretty similar to most people, through movies. You know the ones, where some lost girl with a broken heart wanders into a dark alley where she sees some shady shop with a neon “PSYCHIC” sign on the window, its most likely night time and there’s a woman inside who’s mysterious and clothed fabulously in gems or magenta, yeah that kind of movie. Oh no! After an overly dramatic spiritual moment of silence the cooky (most likely cat lady) woman pulls out the death card. *sharp gasps! they both look at each other* FIN.
Ok, you can go vom now. Well that is the majority of how people are introduced to Tarot cards right? Well now on to my first real experience. It was Halloween in 2010 and my life was a mess. But I was smiling and trying to make things work in my crumbling relationship and equally crumbling foundation of self esteem. Which was the BEST time for me to hear from a stranger dressed as a pirate that my relationship was going to end soon.
Although I was in fierce denial, I honestly wasn’t pissed at her. I had no conception of “this is a scam” or “they tell everyone this” because she was telling me something I already knew, something that I was trying desperately to avoid because that’s what we do right? We avoid our truths.
Maybe that’s the real reason we fear the Tarot so much as a culture. Because it goes against this facade we have built around our egos. We fall in line and with each step we walk farther and farther away from the inner voice that tells us which direction is the path to our soul’s purpose. The Tarot forces us to look inside ourselves and own up to our truths. That can be a truly difficult thing to do for a lot of people.
Fast forward to 2016. My life is a mess-again. My relationship is a train wreck in the middle of a snowstorm during the zombie apocalypse. I have no idea where my life is going and I am just trying to breath and figure out who I am. So when my friends suggest hiring a psychic/medium for a house call of a reading, my response is “why the f*ck not?!”
I went in purely with the idea that this was entertainment. I think you have to at first, you know dip your toes in, take your coat off, stay a while. Most people can agree, Tarot is not an exact science and with the little knowledge I had on it and a whole lot of religious teachings, you have to find that middle ground to openness. That crack in the ego that allows you to live through a different lens for just a fraction of your life.
He tells me he can hear a dog barking, that I will travel to 7 countries (“tight” I think) but then somewhere in between the swigs of vodka he has been given by our kind host, he brings out the big truths. Truths about my life that there was no way for him to know. He had no reservations telling me to “leave this guy, he’s not your soulmate” and asked me about my health issues at the moment, how was I handeling them? Why do I dream in color and have deja vus! I mean this isn’t “Nice weather we’re having” type of conversations. This is my life!
This total stranger knew things I hadn’t even told my family yet. Things I could barely face myself. Being the Taurus that I am, I laughed and joked and smiled and said all the right things to make him think that I had no idea. But the Tarot doesn’t lie.
Skip a little forward to January 2017. I am in a metaphysical shop obsessing over crystals. Such a typical earth sign thing of me to do (and also former rock collecting nerd). I wander over to the next room, where there are pendulums, books on magic, and Tarot cards. The lovely woman working makes her way over to ask me how I am finding things. I ask her about the cards and she sweetly speaks to the different styles of cards as if each have their own personality. She can sense or maybe even see my curiosity dripping with hesitation. I tell her I am somewhat interested but not sure. Her advice, in a sales driven career, “Don’t buy the cards unless you feel its right for you, and you’ll know if it is”.
I left with some stones, sage, but no cards. I wasn’t ready yet. They were still a mystery to me a big scary thing I wasn’t ready to bring into my life or home yet. Until I did. A few weeks ago. In a different metaphysical shop “Just looking” no honestly, I had no intention of buying cards that day just a rose quartz bracelet. But as I look at the small selection of Tarot Cards they have and the famous Mona Lisa smizing at me on the cover of the Davinci Tarot by Lo Scarabeo I knew I had to…carry them around for a bit before making my final decision.
I do and start sweating, feeling overwhelmed with sensory overload (I am looking at rocks) then out of nowhere, the box slips out of my hands and slaps loudly on the ground. There are so many people in the store by now that have turned and are looking at me confused. I am most likely beet red in the face by now. So I am like “THAT’S IT” I am getting the cards .
I am driving home so nervous. “Maybe I should go back and return them?”I think but then *Kermit the frog* inner me is saying “No, you’re a grown up and you made this decision now go home and learn the Tarot!”
So I do and at first I take my book nerd approach to read the booklet inside cover to cover, but honestly I was too excited and something pulled me to just look at the cards. I look through the deck and pick out my favorite cards. Little did I know at that moment I was doing my first reading. I read the meaning of each card and think “oh, that’s interesting”
With anything else that screams at my soul or mind, pushing me into alignment the entire time, I take the deep dive into Tarot and become obsessed. I start with trying different spreads, some way more advanced than I am capable of reading but I don’t care I am on intuitive auto pilot now. I find blogs, and podcasts, and youtubers, all of it (resources below).
A few weeks later, I finally have the beginning of my method which goes like this:
I start by calming my mind and heart through meditation or by burning sage. (before I learned that its not the best to do a reading when you’re upset or not open I just didn’t feel right unless my mind was clear) Sometimes I have crystals with me it all depends on how I feel really.
I then take the stack of cards into my right hand and say my prayer (something along the lines of):
“Spirit guides and guardian angels be with me now, keep me and this space protected as I invite the Gods and Goddesses of knowledge and insight, creatures and beings of positivity and light, help to keep my mind and heart open to receive the information or advice that you have for me through these cards. Sat Nam”
Then I begin with either a specific question or if I am just looking to learn or open to receive anything I determine that at the beginning of a reading.
Next I shuffle, typically I take whatever “jumps out” or what refuses to stay in the deck. I stop when I either feel like it, feel that there’s a card that wants to “speak” or when the deck physically won’t let me shuffle anymore.
For the interpretation I am still learning so I refer to my Denik Notebook, its just a notebook I filled with my own notes and interpretation of the cards. I usually go by intuition on what interpretation feels right to me or resonates. In my reading space I have already confirmed that positivity is my path way so even if the Tarot says something that I don’t understand or am totally not into I know that its all for the best and I should take the advice positively.
After taking notes, and re-reading interpretations or asking for clarification, I thank my cards for being conduits of knowledge and then I take my cards in my left hand and say thanks to the higher beings that have helped me in this reading.
What I have learned
I learned so much in the past few weeks! For one, it’s ok that you may or may not resonate with a deck or even the book. I abandoned the book a few weeks ago since the interpretations of the cards didn’t really “feel right” to me no matter what type of reading I did. I also moved my cards to a pink box labeled “Dream” where they share a space with my quartz crystal. They seem to be happier there. Or I am totally delusional 😂
I have learned that every reading is different and not exact at the same time. You can use Tarot to ask about your fears, and dreams, your direction, how others feel in respects to you, and yes, your future. But it’s not definite because we are humans with free will bombarded with choices and streams veering off into thousands of different pathways. So anything can change reading to reading.
Different readers have different interpretations for the cards so its best to follow your own intuition. Tarot is really just another tool to tap into your inner self, your true self, your highest form of intuition.
Astrology, numerology, and dream interpretation really help! These are things I have also dipped my toes into in the past and taking that knowledge into Tarot was not only second nature but helped to round out my understanding and quick start the learning process.
Feel free to check out these AMAZING resources that have helped me in my Tarot journey.
Until Next Post ❤️ Rx
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