Okay, so I recently dived into a personal experiment that I’ve been itching to share. It’s all about this tarot thing I did, playing around with the Death and the Devil cards. Let me walk you through what I did, from start to finish. It got pretty wild, not gonna lie.
First off, I grabbed my tarot deck. I’ve always been curious about tarot, but never really got around to doing a serious reading. So I pulled out those two cards, Death and the Devil, and I was like, “Alright, let’s see what this is all about.” People always freak out about the Death card, thinking it’s all doom and gloom. And the Devil? That one just sounds like bad news, right? But I wanted to see for myself what they really meant when they showed up together.
I laid the cards out on my table. It was just me, the cards, and my slightly shaky hands. I’d read a bit online about what each card could mean, but honestly, I was more interested in what they meant to me, right then and there. I started by just staring at them. The artwork on these cards is pretty intense, if you’ve never seen them. Death is usually depicted as a skeleton, often on a horse, and the Devil card… well, it’s the Devil. Kind of scary, but also kind of fascinating.
Then, I began to jot down my thoughts. What did these images make me think of? For Death, it wasn’t just about an ending. It felt more like a big change, a transformation. Like something in my life was coming to a close to make way for something new. It was weirdly comforting, in a way. Like shedding old skin. And the Devil, it wasn’t just about being evil or whatever. It made me think of my bad habits, the stuff I know I should drop but haven’t. It was like a mirror, showing me the things I’m chained to, willingly or not.
- I spent a good hour just reflecting on this.
- I wrote down everything that came to mind, no filter.
- I tried to connect these cards to my own life, my own struggles.
After a while, I decided to mix things up. I shuffled the whole deck and drew a few more cards, placing them around the Death and Devil cards. I wanted to see how they interacted with other aspects of my life. It was like creating a story, my story, with these cards as the main characters. It got deep, man. I saw connections I hadn’t even thought of before. It was like the cards were giving me advice, or at least, making me think about my life in a different way.
By the end of it, I felt like I had a better handle on what I needed to change and what I needed to let go of. It wasn’t some magical solution, but it was a step forward. I realized that facing these so-called “scary” cards wasn’t about predicting the future or whatever. It was about facing myself, my fears, and my less-than-perfect choices.
So yeah, that was my little adventure with the Death and Devil tarot cards. It was a trip, and not at all what I expected. It was less about the cards themselves and more about the journey they took me on. I finished up feeling pretty good, pretty introspective. I packed up the cards, but the thoughts and the feelings, they stuck around. And I think that’s the whole point, right?
