The Tarot experience.
I woke up one morning,five months ago, with only one thing in my head: I must buy Tarot cards, and so I did.
Since then, I feel that my tarot cards are an extension of me. They change their answer after my feelings about what I am asking them. Actually, they point out to the answer which I already know, but I'm not opening my eyes to the right direction so I need their help. It's kind of like God answering to the one looking for him: 'You wouldn't be looking for me if you wouldn't already have found me', (excuse my defectuous grammar). (IMG:style_emoticons/default/wacko.gif)
Curious thing: if one card slips from the deck while I'm mixing them,and I get to see what it is, I'll surely pick that one.
I think I'm starting to love my cards.
I'll be really happy if some of you will share their Tarot experiences.