I've been reviewing Tarot decks lately, so before I go on to describe my newest pack I will show you three extremely accurate, albeit terrifyingly so, decks I destroyed in the past. Regrettably, I buried my Italian tarrochi after my mother died. It was under the influence of several friends who believed such things were "the Devils work". The cards foretold of several relatives dying, impending relationship drama, travelling to places, losing wealth and emotional posessions - it all came true, no matter that I'd ruined the cards.
Two years later I came into the posession of the Marseilles Deck of Tarot. My friends and I had gone to a Medium, who asked why I parted with my cards. When I said I simply didn't do fortune telling, she responded "Because you need some cards!" and gave them to me. They were very blunt, the Marseilles cards; they knew they didn't have much time. My already grieving mind was bombarded with images of more death, and even more negative downturns in my life. I set them afire to prove them wrong. Five funerals later they proved I had been disrespectful of the spirits.
The Rider- Waite Deck I purchased many years later, for I refused to delve into divining for a long time. These I had a hard time with. I struggled to get a sense of what was trying to be conveyed. It wasn't until my grandson found them and asked me what they meant, four years later, that I sensed any magic in the deck. He quickly disposed of the death card in my mop bucket.
I found this amusing and liberating...I was now free to do Tarot without Death. But these cards met with a different sort of ending...they burned because they were still unpacked in the trunk of my Cavalier when it burned.
Two years later I came into the posession of the Marseilles Deck of Tarot. My friends and I had gone to a Medium, who asked why I parted with my cards. When I said I simply didn't do fortune telling, she responded "Because you need some cards!" and gave them to me. They were very blunt, the Marseilles cards; they knew they didn't have much time. My already grieving mind was bombarded with images of more death, and even more negative downturns in my life. I set them afire to prove them wrong. Five funerals later they proved I had been disrespectful of the spirits.
The Rider- Waite Deck I purchased many years later, for I refused to delve into divining for a long time. These I had a hard time with. I struggled to get a sense of what was trying to be conveyed. It wasn't until my grandson found them and asked me what they meant, four years later, that I sensed any magic in the deck. He quickly disposed of the death card in my mop bucket.
I found this amusing and liberating...I was now free to do Tarot without Death. But these cards met with a different sort of ending...they burned because they were still unpacked in the trunk of my Cavalier when it burned.
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