I’ve written about this before. About how I use Tarot cards as my Agony-Aunt-In-A-Box, rather than to tell peeps’ fortune. But it feels like time to revisit this aspect of the cards….
I am a story teller not a fortune teller. Not that there’s anything wrong with that (as Seinfeld would say.) It’s just there’s so much more to Tarot cards.
Personally, I believe they’re a relic from the prehistoric era. This epoch’s contribution to the formation of Western Civilisation has been vastly underestimated IMHO. Before we wrote down our wisdom in words we drew it in pictures. They were our holy books. Our teachers. Our counsellors. But when the written word took over this aspect of pictography was forgotten. Only the fortune telling element remained. As a stain. A slur on the achievements of our ancestors. Which has stopped the vast majority (but not the curious few) from exploring Tarot cards in depth.
There are so faces to Tarot. Let me share some with you… Continue reading
There were 3 sayings written in the stone on the temple walls at Delphi in Ancient Greece and the first and most important was: Know Thyself.
You’d think knowing yourself would be easy, wouldn’t you? Continue reading
