Alright, so today I decided to really spend some time with tarot card 13. You know the one – Death. Sounds a bit dramatic, right? And honestly, it always gave me a slight pause whenever it popped up in a reading.
My Initial Setup and Thoughts
I didn’t go for anything too complicated. No elaborate rituals or anything. I just cleared off a corner of my desk, found the card in my old deck – the edges are a bit worn, which I actually like – and placed it in front of me. Poured myself a glass of water, took a few deep breaths. My main goal was just to sit with it, to see what feelings or thoughts would surface if I just let them.
At first, yeah, all the usual stuff came to mind. Endings, goodbyes, that kind of heavy feeling. The image itself, with the skeleton and all, doesn’t exactly scream “party time.” I noticed I was a bit tense, almost bracing myself for some big, unpleasant revelation. Silly, I know, but that’s how it started.
The Actual “Practice” Bit
So, I just looked at the card. Really looked. Not trying to analyze it like a scholar, but just… observing. The colors, the figures, the whole scene. I tried to quiet down the internal chatter that immediately wants to label everything as “good” or “bad.” This went on for maybe ten, fifteen minutes. Just me, the card, and my thoughts sort of drifting by.
Then, I shifted a bit. I started to think less about “death” as a literal thing, and more about what it represents in terms of cycles. Like how autumn leaves fall to make way for spring. Cheesy, maybe, but that’s where my head went. I thought about things in my own life that felt like they were dragging on, things that maybe needed to be let go of. Not necessarily big, dramatic things, but smaller patterns, old ways of thinking that weren’t really helping me anymore.
I even jotted down a few words that came to mind:
- Release
- Change
- New space
- Clearing out
It wasn’t about forcing anything, more like just acknowledging what was coming up. I realized the card wasn’t an omen of doom, but more like a… pragmatic friend telling you it’s time to clear out the clutter.
What I Took Away
By the end of it, probably after a good half hour, I actually felt a bit… lighter. Strange, right? The initial apprehension was gone. Instead, there was this sense of calm, almost relief. It wasn’t about something terrible happening, but more about the natural process of transformation. The necessity of an ending to make space for a beginning.
So, yeah, that was my little session with tarot card 13. It wasn’t some earth-shattering revelation, but it did shift my perspective on it. It felt less like a scary card and more like a reminder that change, even when it looks like an ending, is just part of the deal. And sometimes, it’s exactly what you need to move forward. I packed the card away feeling a bit more at peace with the whole idea of “endings.” It was a pretty decent way to spend some quiet time, actually.
