TimirariTarot

 When I first began offering free tarot readings, I was nervous. I worried whether I was interpreting the cards “right,” whether people would resonate with my words, and whether I was truly ready to share. But something shifted the moment I started reading for strangers. Every message, every small confirmation that my reading had helped, filled me with a joy I had not felt in a long time. Free readings became my practice ground and also my source of healing. With each shuffle, I felt the cards speak louder, clearer, as if they were growing along with me. People often wrote back to say how my readings brought them clarity or comfort, and their gratitude became a mirror that reflected my own worth back to me. The most beautiful part is the energy exchange. Even without money involved, the act of giving and receiving carries its own richness. Offering readings for free taught me that tarot is not just about accuracy, it is about connection. It showed me how wisdom can flow when trust ...

 My tarot journey did not begin with ease or abundance. When I first felt drawn to tarot, I could not afford a deck. Instead of giving up, I took an old notebook, tore out the pages, and drew my own set of cards. The drawings were far from perfect, my art was abysmal, but that deck was mine. Every crooked line and shaky symbol carried my determination to learn despite my circumstances. Then came an unexpected blessing. A generous redditor decided to gift me a proper tarot deck, the Thoth Tarot. I was overwhelmed with gratitude but even that moment of joy came with new challenges. The package got stuck at customs, and I found myself caught in a frustrating back and forth. There were unexpected fees, delays, and the anxiety of wondering if I would even receive it. At one point I cried during aarti, convinced that even this gift would slip through my hands. Finally, after paying the duty, the deck reached me. Holding it felt like victory, like proof that perseverance can bring light t...