This past week has been a week of stress, tarot, meditation, tarot, work, and tarot. Basically, Taylor and I have been going back and forth on tarot a lot, mostly for the hell of it. I think this is part of what the palm reader meant when she said I am a bizarre combination of creative and logical.
The tarot readings have been pretty interesting. Some answers have come as no surprise: my financial situation will stay much the same in the coming year; I need to stop dwelling on finding a partner; said future-partner is a little busy at the moment.
Then we did tarot readings for my book characters, and oh boy, those were terrifyingly accurate. We did separate readings, he with the entire deck and I with strictly the Major Arcana . . . and we got roughly the same answers (which fell perfectly in line with the plot). Poor Devin is going to be overcoming a lot over the next few years.
It’s been a lot of fun to mess with, plus it’s a good way to blow off some steam. I did a few readings to check up on old friends. One is apparently very stressed but mostly on the up and up, so that’s good to know. Sounds like him, to be honest.
What are your thoughts on tarot? Do you think it’s completely lame, stupid, and unreliable? Or are you like me and find it absolutely fascinating?