My Journey with Tarot

The very first time I saw my aunt bringing out a deck of tarot cards when I was 6 years old, I knew there was something that attracted me to it. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of it. It felt like home

It wasn’t long until my aunt gave me a tarot deck when I was 8. However, since I was a child, my parents felt it was best to keep it away for fear it might do me more harm than good.

At 13, I received another tarot deck from my aunt and I knew I just could not let go of it. In secret, I would spend a lot of time learning with it. From reading various books to spending hours just looking at it, I was so eager and fascinated to absorb.

But my relationship with my cards hadn’t always been so easy and light. And…

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