Okay, so I got into this whole tarot card thing, specifically the Marseille deck. It’s been a wild ride, and I gotta share the whole experience from start to finish.
First off, I snagged a Marseille deck. It’s the classic one, you know, based on some old design from like the 1700s by a guy named Claude Burdel – saw his initials, “CB” on some cards. Pretty neat, huh? Getting my hands on these cards was like stepping back in time.
Next up, I tried to get into the right headspace. Lit some candles, put on some chill music, and just sat there with the cards. I shuffled them, cut the deck a few times, all while trying to clear my mind and focus. It’s all about setting the mood, you feel me? It was not easy in the beginning, I felt silly, but after a few times, I started to get it.
Then came the actual reading part. Man, it was tough at first. I laid out the cards and just stared at them like, “Now what?” But I remembered reading somewhere that it’s all about intuition with these Marseille cards, not just memorizing meanings. So, I started looking at the images, the colors, the symbols, and just let my mind wander.
- First Card: Pulled the Chariot. Saw the “CB” initials, felt a rush. Thought about movement, direction, and control.
- Second Card: Got the Two of Cups. “CB” again. This one was easier – partnership, connection, right?
- The Rest: Each card was like a puzzle piece. Started seeing a story unfold, my own story, reflected in these ancient symbols.
Honestly, the first few readings were a mess. I was all over the place, second-guessing myself. But I kept at it, practicing, reading more about the cards’ history and how other people interpreted them. Slowly, it started to click.
The cool part is, it’s not just about predicting the future or whatever. It felt more like the cards were helping me tap into my own thoughts and feelings, showing me different perspectives on my life, you know? I started connecting with each card as I tried it multiple times. I noticed my readings getting clearer and more insightful.
I even started a journal, writing down each reading, what cards I got, what I thought they meant, and how it all tied into what was going on in my life. Looking back at those entries now, it’s wild to see how much I’ve grown and how my understanding of the cards has deepened.
So, that’s my Marseille tarot journey. From feeling totally lost to actually getting some meaningful insights. It’s been a trip, and I’m definitely sticking with it. Who knew some old cards could teach you so much about yourself, right?
