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In an ongoing effort to open my third eye (and however many other extra eyes may be hiding about my person), I'm dusting off the old tarot deck and stretching my mind muscles with another amateur tarot reading.
I meant to do this Sunday at the full moon - especially since it was a super snow moon, which sounds like it's probably important - but the Oscars were on and I was too busy judging rich people's fashion choices while cramming my face full of gluten-free cookies. I have a solution, though; the full moon is meant to open your mind and offer a jolt of divine inspiration, right? Well, I have the perfect analog for that sort of mystical energy: knocking back several hard seltzers in quick succession. Brain sufficiently lubricated, let's see what these cards have to say about our future.
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Tarot Reading 8.26.19 I’ve decided I’m going to try to be a psychic.
Look, I know that it’s supposedly a “gift” or a “calling”: a talent that’s inherited more than learned. But who’s to say I don’t have a little bit of the shining, eh? I get deja vu sometimes. I get those gut feelings everybody talks about, and they seem to be pretty accurate about 70% of the time. Like, whenever I eat at Taco Bell, I can see with perfect clarity what will be happening in my bathroom in 2 hours. Latent psychic abilities, or the perils of mystery meat? Who’s to say. |
AuthorSarah Fettke is an aspiring horror author from Kansas City, Missouri. This is a place to collect her explorations of the queer, peculiar, and strange. Archives
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