Our card this week is the Magician. The Magician is the first person The Fool encounters on their journey through the Major Arcana. The Magician appears to tell that you’ve got this: Damn, you got all the magic you need, inside of you! The Magician is a creative force of manifestation, a dude who knows the universe and knows he knows the universe.Read More
Let’s ride off into the sunset!
We’ve got all we need: each other, money, and expensive transportation.
(If a horse is expensive to own and maintain, imagine what a unicorn costs!)
In the Minor Arcana, tens represent the completion or culmination of the suit’s journey. The suit of coins (also known as discs or pentacles) is associated with earth: Money, finances, hearth, home, stability, groundedness. This card is all about fulfillment in the material world.
While I’m familiar with the concept of material fulfillment in the abstract, let’s just say I’m not so familiar with this concept on, ahem, a material plane. In other words, I’m a broke-ass grad student.Read More
Hey there! I’m Angie, the tarot reader behind Geology of the Soul Tarot.
I pulled a card for this first post, and the Tarot gave me the three of cups (see above; Eight Coins Tattoo Tarot deck—isn’t it awesome?!).
Three of Cups: What a beautiful way to start this adventure! The Three of Cups stands for love, community, support. So get comfy, grab a cup of coffee (or tea, or kombucha, or … whatever … but really, I mean coffee), gather ‘round the yule fire, and let’s get started.
Once upon a time, there lived a psychic, witchy chick who didn’t want to be psychic and witchy. (Well, maybe she did, a little bit, because, let’s be honest, it’s kind of interesting. But mostly, she didn’t.) She thought that in order to be healthy, she needed to be rational—she tried to embody the King of Swords and the Emperor and the Chariot at all times (although she didn’t use that terminology, of course not): logical, emotionless, in control, and ruling the twin horses of her self and her body with incredible will power. She pushed down all her woo-woo stuff. She hid her Tarot decks and her Cunningham encyclopedias and her knowing-ness, and she was in control. Empty, but in control.
An entire decade passed before the Tower entered her life in the form of her father dying and a tumultuous nine-month relationship, and it shook all her so-called logic and control and rationality—shook it all the way out of her, like a dog might shake water off its fur or a rabbit might shake off the trauma of a close call of almost being caught by a fox. She shook and she shook and she shook, and she finally remembered who she really was: The High Priestess and the Queen of Wands and the Sun, but also the Moon and the Hanged Man and, honestly, the Fool mostly. She pulled out her Tarot cards and her books. She began meeting with other like-minded, fierce women on similar journeys at a local metaphysical shop, and she began embracing the woo-woo.
How does the story end? I don’t know. All I know is I’m finally listening to my Self, to my Soul, to Spirit. And my gut is telling me that I need to speak up and speak out. That I need to bring my woo-woo to you-you (groan), in all my cheesy silliness and fairy-tale metaphors and anxious nail-biting and worry about whether people will think I’m crazy.
Because I’m pretty sure we’re all crazy, so we might as well be crazy together.
Join the crazy on Instagram at @geologyofthesoul_tarot and Facebook at @geologyofthesoultarot. Tell me about yourself and your journey. Let’s learn and grow together.
PS The first five folks to book a reading using the code “HELLYEAH” will receive 20% off. And grad students gets 10% off all day, everyday. Happy Yule, y’all!