Okay guys, let me share my messy journey figuring out these pot tarot cards. Don’t laugh, it started pure curiosity, like “What’s the big deal?” but ended up being kinda fun, in a frustrating way.
The Confused Beginning
I got myself a random deck. Didn’t do much research, just picked one whose pictures didn’t scare me off. First mistake? Maybe. They arrived looking cool, smelling kinda woodsy. Shuffled them like playing cards – clumsy at first. Pulled out that first card: The Fool. Thought, “Great, feels about right.” But the book had like, paragraphs! Talked about innocence, new beginnings, risks… way too much for one dude skipping off a cliff.
So I tried reading three cards together. Pulled out The Tower, Three of Cups, and Death. Freaked me right out! Images of disaster, partying, and… well, Death. “Is this predicting my Tuesday?!” Realized I was totally lost. Just grabbing keywords wasn’t cutting it.
Actually Trying to Get It
Started slowing way down. One card a day. Instead of just memorizing, I started journaling:
- The Card: What do I see? Not what the book says, just… colors, objects, faces.
- First Gut Feeling: Did it look happy? Stormy? Weird? Honest stuff.
- Book Meaning (Simplified): Forced myself to pick ONE core idea from the wall of text.
- My Day: Did ANYTHING vaguely connect? Even feeling stuck felt like The Hanged Man sometimes.
Here’s the magic moment: The Hermit showed up. Picture: old dude with a lamp on a mountain. Book said “introspection, seeking inner truth.” Blah. But that day? I literally spent hours fixing a leaky faucet solo, needing my tiny work light headlamp in the dark cabinet under the sink. No grand wisdom, just needing quiet focus to solve a dumb problem. Suddenly, the card made real sense! That was the lightbulb moment. It clicked because it was messy and real, not book-perfect.
Dealing with Upside-Down Mayhem
Then came the reversals. Cards pulled upside-down. Nearly threw the deck out. The Chariot reversed? Book said “lack of control, defeat.” Again, doom! Then one morning, bad traffic jam – no control at all. Felt chaotic, stuck. That card image flashed in my mind: the chariot upside-down, horses going haywire. It wasn’t mystical, just mirrored my crappy, stalled-out morning perfectly. Started seeing reversals not as “bad,” but as the energy being blocked, needing a different approach. Less scary.
Where I’m At Now
Months later, it’s still learning. Forget memorizing 78+ meanings. I made cheat sheets with my own messy keywords based on experiences:
- The Star: Hope refill. Feeling drained? This card’s the reminder to chill, refuel.
- Five of Pentacles: That “everything feels broke and lonely” vibe (been there).
- Knight of Wands: Impulsive energy, like buying that weird garden gnome on a whim.
I still pull spreads sometimes, but it’s less about fortune-telling and more like having weirdly specific conversation starters with myself. The pot tarot meanings aren’t fixed rules printed in stone. They lived in my actual life – the boring chores, the traffic jams, the impulsive gnome purchases. The deck became less a mystery and more a slightly odd, personal mirror reflecting my messy reality back at me. And honestly? That’s way more interesting than any perfect prediction.
