This little experiment of mine all started when I decided to break the rules. Since my very first foray into the world of tarot, I lived according to the idea that it was a spiritual sin to purchase your own tarot deck. According to occult lore, your first deck is meant to materialize in the perfect moment, only coming to you when you are truly ready for it.
So I spent months attempting to learn the tarot without any cards of my own, determined to be patient with the universe and honor this rule. I read books; I attended tarot study halls; I even made space for the automated Celtic cross app on my phone’s home screen. But in the end, this physical detachment from the deck just wasn’t doing it for me.
Eventually, the little voice inside of my head won, and I decided that it was time to finally buy cards of my own. Thankfully, a number of my favorite tarot readers supported my decision, agreeing that if you are called to the tarot in any way, you better well listen. Within a minute of looking at options online, my definition of the perfect deck fell into my lap (or, should I say, my Amazon shopping cart), and with that, my tarot truly journey began.
While blessing and cleansing my new cards, I made a commitment to work with them every day, opening my heart to any and all of their messages. So what does this look like? I’ve been consulting my deck every morning for the past week, asking it one simple question before pulling a card: What do I need to know today? I’ve then been infusing my days with the insight learned from this reading, and, spoiler alert: It’s been pretty freakin’ magical.