stop making tarot cards with pictures that don’t inherently represent the original image of the specific card. Don’t draw “death” as a butterfly, or “the high priestess” as an acorn. The pictures on the cards are symbolic and the meaning of the card heavily depends on what scene is playing out through them. that’s literally what tarot is all about. The cards tell stories, and you can’t just put your favorite sea creature on them and claim it means the same thing, and personally i dont think you should even call it a “tarot” deck.
We should probably go back to Olde English too because Words Mean Certain Things and ideas don’t evolve.
The thing is, though
Those ‘faux’ meanings can relate to the cards you paired them with. One of the most common interpretations of Death is intense and irreversible change, especially in terms of self, and that can absolutely be symbolized in the caterpillar/butterfly transition. The High Priestess often symbolizes the far-reaching subconscious and spiritual nurturing, which again can be implied in an acorn knowing that with the proper care it could one day be an ancient tree with roots as big as its branches extending across the entire forest in one huge biological neural network (not unlike the spiritual)
Specific symbolism isn’t going to be the same for everyone, and that’s ok. What works for someone isn’t necessarily going to work for you. That doesn’t mean the tool itself has changed to the point of being useless
Also, butterflies are considered psychopomps in certain cultures/religions, so like… even if someone DOES have such a traditionalist and stubborn viewpoint as believing that the pictures MUST relate to what the original cards were meant to represent, it would do people well to remember that a lot of the times associations are not always apparent. You can end up looking pretty foolish for needlessly critisizing something out of ignorance, rather than coming from an actual educated and informed opinion. Sometimes it’s better to let sleeping dogs lie.
And let’s be honest, a lot of the symbolism in the Rider-Waite deck is heavily influenced by a bastardization of Kabbalah and Christian-flavored ceremonial magic that many tarot readers aren’t exactly following as-written anyway. The “traditional symbols” are too solely white and too close to a magical praxis that makes me uncomfortable for me to be “at home” with them.
(Don’t believe me? Let’s have a long talk about the pomegranates on the High Priestess someday. Among Other Things.)
i’m not saying you can only use one specific tarot deck but if you’re using the meanings/key of the rider-wait deck on a deck filled with butterflies i feel like it just isnt the same
Your feelings are irrelevant to the relationships the rest of us have with the tarot cards.
That is to say, your unpopular opinion is, indeed, unpopular, and many of us disagree strongly with it.
I’m looking forward to getting this deck full of skeletons and flowers in my house, because it’s very non-standard, it’s not white at all, and it fits into an area of my personal magical praxis that no other deck has! And I’m sure certain cards in this deck will have symbolism that makes me think about cards in new ways, but there’s certain things I carry from my 15 years of reading tarot, more about my experience with the cards across many decks.
I dunno, I guess I think that someone telling people to stop making things that aren’t for you is a shitty way to go about life?
Also, just to piss in everyone’s cheerios like the old crone I am: tarot cards, original tarot cards, much like the Ouija board were a game.
A literal to honest goodness card game you might play with your friends down ye olde pub. Their name meaning, thought to be from 15th century Italy, was taroch
which was another word for “foolish”. It’s basically considered to be a complex version of snap meets poker. And if you look this up on wikipedia, it’s right the hell there in the opening paragraph.
There’s lots of wildly inaccurate claims made by occultists who want to sell you fake meaning, and will tell you that they date back to ancient Egypt and beyond and that the words and imagery held therein are sacred. But when you look at real, actual accounts from history, the tarot as we know and use it today, was not formalized until the 18th century when the French decided their old cards weren’t quite so pretty and wanted something a bit more stylized, a style which we haven’t really varied from since. Also they’d just discovered Egypt (read: started raiding and stealing from tombs) and people went nuts for Egyptian mythology, and started assigning meaning to everything and anything, including their tarot cards. Which conveniently for the occultists, had just been released in a pleasing new aesthetic. How profitable.
Before that point in time, people were using any old deck they had, or even one they had made themselves. Or heck, they probably even just used regular playing cards. I know I have. Nothing quite like an impromptu reading to throw the other players off their game.
Using props and tools to divine is nothing new. It’s as old as the dawn of time itself. But attributing sacred meaning to a pack of playing cards is downright silly. Sacredness is in their meaning to you. And you don’t get to decide that for someone else.
I’ll had that it didn’t “use to be” a card game, it still is. My French family certainly ropes me into playing a few hands often enough.
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Okay semi-emergency, I have nothing in case of emergency, all the household “essentials” are tapped out, I had to duct tape and napkin a wound, and while thats handy it’s not good when I’m prone to infections, I keep putting it off because other things are a priority like lights and food but I also need bandages and cleaning supplies.
My name would be Mylah. With all apologies to anyone named Mylah, I am now very happy to be named not Mylah.
i would be Zoe. guess there are worse names.
I love this! Based on my first name, which I don’t actually go by…my name would be Juliana.(I love it). Based on my middle, which is what everyone calls me…my name would be Katherine. (I kinda love the idea that people might call me “Kat”)
And people who know me know I always do Seb in these dealios… his name would be…Mauricio and I just find that…wild.
I would be Ruby today.
Alright. You ready for this?
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Guadalupe.
Mine would be Zelda, what about you guys?
I got Averie. Anyone else want to try this? It also shows the names for other years -> decades, not just “now”.
Natalie for today, which isn’t too bad actually.
Far more amused that my my 1900’s name would be Marion, apparently.
I’d be Eliana which is…actually very pretty
i just plugged in my sister’s and it would be exactly the same lol
When an individual crab finds a new empty shell it will leave its own shell and inspect the vacant shell for size. If the shell is found to be too large, the crab goes back to its own shell and then waits by the vacant shell for anything up to 8 hours. As new crabs arrive they also inspect the shell and, if it is too big, wait with the others, forming a group of up to 20 individuals, holding onto each other in a line from the largest to the smallest crab. As soon as a crab arrives that is the right size for the vacant shell and claims it, leaving its old shell vacant, then all the crabs in the queue swiftly exchange shells in sequence, each one moving up to the next size.
Here is footage from the BBC of this happening: [x]
do older generations not get fatalistic humor?? like the other day my friend’s parents were hanging around and we were joking and i was like “well no matter what i can always fling myself off the nearest cliff” and they didn’t laugh then later the mom pulled me aside and was like “maybe you should get some help, sweetie” like stfu?? help? in this economy? i don’t think so, debra
I honestly don’t think they get it as a coping mechanism, they think it’s a cry for help rather than actually helping.
i’d even say it’s past just coping and is also now a category of Stuff Kids Got Used To When No One Was Looking; not everyone using that humor is even covering up something bigger, we just stopped thinking fatalistic = taboo/unspeakable somewhere along the line, and most parents don’t seem to know why or how ~
My boss opened a door and missed me by inches, he said “whoops, almost killed you there!” My result of “Oh, if only.” Led to an awkward end of shift debrief.
This generation shares the same humor as the goddamn Addams Family and the previous generation is the White Sixties Family™ that lives next door and runs away screaming at the end of the episode
I will say that it’s interesting because this kind of humor is very, very prevalent somewhere else…
the military.
Which is honestly a place you would expect fatalistic humor to be common and used as a coping method. You’re one “oops” away from death on the flight deck, one inch to the left and you don’t have a head anymore because the jet that just landed now owns it as a wing-tip decoration. So you joke about it because lowkey you’re fucking terrified it’ll happen, but you’re also desensitized to the danger itself because you face it every single day for 12 hours at a time.
Anyway so we all know the mindset you adopt in the military because of the danger, so to realise that an identical sense of humor has been adopted by normal people should probably tell you something very important about the amount of stress modern young folks experience in daily life.
That last one… it’s true
It was also common in previous generations that had to deal with say, war and economic depression on a massive scale.
One of my favorite movies is Singing In The Rain which came in out 1952, right on the tailcoat of two world wars and a looming cold one, and for all it’s a cheery happy musical, it’s got this really bleak witty humor too, things like “call me a cab!” “okay, you’re a cab!” or the scene where Don says he’ll be homeless by the next day and Cosmo cheerfully tells him not to be ridiculous…the bank bailiffs don’t open till Monday.
And then quite probably one of my favorite opening lines, where two young girls are watching Lina on screen and one says
“She’s so refined. I think I’ll kill myself.”
Which really resonates with a lot of the things we say now when talking about people we find personally attractive, meaning not only is fatalism not a new trend, but those two girls at the starting sequence of Singing In The Rain are totally there for Lina, not Don.
You’re welcome.
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My landlady (age 75) says I have her mother’s sense of humor. Great Depression, anyone?
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