A Complication with Tarot
Olive Norris
I have dabbled with the cards in the past, not in a search for guidance or in a bid to glimpse my future, but in an attempt to divine my past. To my missing origin the cards have offered no answer-- or, perhaps, every answer. Two cards, which I dread, hold perpetual dominion over the gleaning of my past-- The Tower, and the Seven of Cups. For this reason I must include both cards in my answer. Each card would be troubling enough, but the Tower and the Cups together I find truly alarming.
The Tower indicates catastrophe, destruction, loss, and transformation. Its presence in my past comes as no surprise, for the timing suggests my family was lost to the Plague. The Seven of Cups, meanwhile, is a card of illusions, and its meaning I still struggle to glean. It suggests some sort of veil, which I suppose could simply be the absence of my memories. My childhood is an abyss, to me.
The Tower and Cups together, though, concern me most. The Cups offer a personal origin to the catastrophes of my past. This spread, which haunts me so, claims that change came from someone close to me.
Olive Norris
I have dabbled with the cards in the past, not in a search for guidance or in a bid to glimpse my future, but in an attempt to divine my past. To my missing origin the cards have offered no answer-- or, perhaps, every answer. Two cards, which I dread, hold perpetual dominion over the gleaning of my past-- The Tower, and the Seven of Cups. For this reason I must include both cards in my answer. Each card would be troubling enough, but the Tower and the Cups together I find truly alarming.
The Tower indicates catastrophe, destruction, loss, and transformation. Its presence in my past comes as no surprise, for the timing suggests my family was lost to the Plague. The Seven of Cups, meanwhile, is a card of illusions, and its meaning I still struggle to glean. It suggests some sort of veil, which I suppose could simply be the absence of my memories. My childhood is an abyss, to me.
The Tower and Cups together, though, concern me most. The Cups offer a personal origin to the catastrophes of my past. This spread, which haunts me so, claims that change came from someone close to me.