🌿 green Bitch 🌿

Stop fucking following me.

Sincerely,

a BOG is a wetland that is acidic

Stop memorizing your Tarot cards. Burn the little white book. Learn to read images.

I beat this drum incessantly in the Tarot community. In the past I’ve emphasized the ease of this approach, and it is, actually, much easier and much less tedious than memorizing descriptions. If you sit with a card and allow your mind to wander freely, you will come up with dozens of associations for each card that are just as valid as anything Waite or Crowley came up with. Probably more valid. Nothing I’ve read by any occultist has helped me heal a broken heart, but sitting with the emotions that bubble up when I’m hurting and looking at the 3 of Swords certainly has.

The hardest part of learning to read images is unshackling yourself from the tyranny of words. There are schools of thought that teach a thought doesn’t exist until it’s formed itself into words, but art proves the lie of that, dripping through the spaces between the letters, reaching the places words can’t reach. Who was the ballerina who said, “If I could tell you what the dance was saying, I wouldn’t have had to dance it?”

Tarot is art. You can’t just call the High Priestess “introversion” and call it a day. That’s like trying to reduce Hamlet to the word “indecisive.”

Tarot cards aren’t words. They aren’t even sentences. They are libraries.

And your mind already knows how to read them.

Choose a card. Any card. Sit with it for five minutes and watch where your mind goes.

That’s all you have to do.

Alocasia plumbae