So, I’ve been messing around with tarot cards for a while now. Not like, telling fortunes for cash, you know? More like, just looking at them, thinking about them. And the other day, I got it in my head to really figure out which ones I found the most interesting. Not just the ones with cool pictures, but the ones that really make you stop and think, “Huh. What’s that all about?”
My Little Experiment with the Cards
First thing I did was dig out my trusty old deck. It’s a bit battered, seen better days, but it’s mine. I spread all seventy-eight of them out on my floor. Looked like a right mess, all those kings and queens and weird symbols staring up at me. It was a bit overwhelming, to be honest.
I decided then and there, no guidebooks. Not at first, anyway. I wanted to see what jumped out at me, just based on the artwork and whatever gut feeling I got. So, I just sat there. For a good while. Picking them up one by one, turning them over in my hands. Some were just… meh. Others, though, they sort of shimmered, if you know what I mean. Not literally, but they had a vibe.
The Ones That Really Grabbed Me
A few cards kept pulling my eye. Over and over again. It wasn’t always the ones I expected.
The Fool, for instance. That guy stepping off a cliff without a care in the world. Dog yapping at his heels. Part of me thought, “What an idiot!” But another part was like, “Wow, that’s some serious trust.” There’s something so… raw about that card. New beginnings, sure, but also that kind of blind leap. Takes guts, or maybe just naivety. Still mulling that one over.
Then there’s Death. Yeah, the scary one with the skeleton on a horse. Used to give me the creeps. But the more I sat with it, the less it felt like actual, you know, dying. It started to feel more like… an ending. A big, necessary clear-out. Like when you finally gut your closet and it feels amazing afterwards. Still a bit intense, but not the bad guy I first thought.
Oh, and The Tower. Man, that card! Lightning, people falling, everything going to hell. That one still gives me a jolt. For ages, I just saw disaster. Pure chaos. But then I started to think, sometimes things need to fall apart, right? So you can build something stronger, something real. It’s like a cosmic slap in the face, telling you to wake up. Brutal, but maybe necessary.
And I’ve got a soft spot for The Hermit. Just an old dude with a lantern, off by himself. He’s not lonely, though. He’s looking for something. Or maybe he’s just found some peace and quiet. I get that. Sometimes you just need to switch off the noise and do some internal searching. Relatable, that one.
So, yeah. My “most interesting” list isn’t fixed. It changes depending on my mood, what’s going on in my life. But these cards, they always make me pause. They’re not simple. They’ve got layers. It’s been quite the journey just sitting with them, letting them speak, instead of just trying to memorize what some book says. That’s been the most interesting part of it all, really. Just my own experience, of course.