the legitimacy of Tarot cards

Tarot is LEGIT!, son! My Palm Reader told me so. Any reading I pay $300 for has got to be the real deal. Also, when I wear the Crystal she gave me, it grants me Stamina +2 and cures me of bad breath.

Now seriously. I'm spiritual in a Buddhist sort of sense. But I couldn't have said it better than this.

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The tarot cards are a bunch of bullshit, unless your religion revolves around making assumptions and letting your mind run wild based on suggestions and vague interpretations.

And I say the same for fanatic members of any Organized Religion. If you need to be told, if your purpose needs to be implied to you through elaborate artworks on the faces of cards or someone preaching it to you, you aren't living. It's like using a Strategy Guide while Playing an RPG. You aren't playing it. You're being strung along a storyline. In otherwords, you aren't living your life. You're being...well...strung along a storyline of contrived of identical human nature.

Tarot is fun. So is Numerology. So is Zodiac. So is getting drunk.

Jam it back in, in the dark.

A friend of mine I've known for years is the biggest adopter of Tarot intrigue that I have ever met. She never failed to interest me with her divine interventions for the first couple of years but after I saw her continually grind her life into the ground over (mis)interpretations provided by her Reader and/or her own lack of intuition, I disassociated. I bored of her calling me and crying over the circles she was running in her lovelife, worklife, and personal life. I dated her long before she started to sink which supplemented my frustration with her. I had known her in a healthier state of mind. I didn't make a conscious decision to unsubscribe to my heavily spiritual ornamentations. I hardly noticed they were gone. I guess that's what you call 'growing out'. For lack of a better term, I feel that's what I did.

I'm into 'Cosmic Order'. It's very much a part of me. I don't think about it every day. I don't worship. I don't wear it on the outside. I'm more the type to look at a tree and love it silently. Breathe and love it silently. Walk on grass and appreciate the plush beneath me in silence. Survey the clouds, stars or what have the sky, and do so without bothering to make it a point. That is when I believe that anyone truly believes in what they believe; when they're humble with themselves. Otherwise, people are still trying to convince themselves above all others just who they really are.

How ya doing, buddy?