5 Things Tarot Taught Me (That Don't Involve Predicting the Future)

It’s not fortune telling. It’s mirror holding.

Tarot doesn’t hand out spoilers for your life like some spiritual Netflix. It just gently (or not-so-gently) reflects back what you already know but might be avoiding—usually with swords.

The same card turning up again isn’t dramatic—it’s a reminder.

When I keep pulling the same card, I don’t blame “the energy” anymore. I look at myself and think: Ah. Still ignoring this one, are we? Happens more than I’d like to admit.

There’s more to a card than its keywords.

Sure, I know what the books say, but half the time I read what’s actually going on in the picture: the colours, the animals, the posture, the background. What’s being shown, not just told. Sometimes it’s the way a figure looks away, or how red that cloak is, or that weird little snail in the corner (hello, Knight of Pentacles)—that’s where the real message is.

Tarot won’t fix you—but it will reveal you.

It’s not a plaster. It’s a torch. It won’t sugar coat where you’re stuck, but it also won’t shame you either. It’s more of a “Hey love, did you notice this pattern you keep dancing around?” kind of vibe. And occasionally, a cosmic slap (The Tower. Always The Tower.)

Every card is layered, not labelled.

The “bad” ones aren’t bad, and the “good” ones aren’t get-out-of-jail-free cards. It all depends on the moment, the question, the feel. Sometimes The Devil shows up and just says, “Babe… maybe stop scrolling for a bit.”