From Palm Reading to Tarot Cards: My Journey into Mystical Arts

In high school, I was introduced to the fascinating world of palm reading. It all started as a casual curiosity, a fun activity to do with friends during lunch breaks. But what began as a lighthearted pastime quickly grew into a deep fascination. My friends and I were so hooked that we even ventured to a small town to get our palms read for the nth time. This time, we were going to meet an old woman reputed to be a gifted palm reader.

The journey to her place was filled with excitement . We expected her home to be like something out of a movie—creaky floorboards, dim lighting, perhaps even a black cat lounging on a windowsill. Instead, we found a simple, unassuming home. There was nothing creepy about it at all, which oddly made me even more uncertain. Was this woman truly as gifted as they said, or were we just chasing a thrill?

Despite my doubts, we went through with the readings. I remember being completely engrossed as she traced the lines on my palm, her voice soft but authoritative. Each word felt like a secret being unlocked. At the time, I had a recording of her reading, something I cherished and replayed countless times. Unfortunately, when I changed my phone, that recording was lost forever, and with it, a piece of that magical moment.

Even though I lost the recording, my interest in palm reading never waned. In fact, it grew stronger, branching out into other mystical arts. Eventually, I was introduced to Tarot cards—a whole new world of divination. Unlike palm reading, which felt rooted in something ancient and immutable, Tarot felt dynamic, a tool that could evolve with the reader.

I became obsessed, seeking out people who could do Tarot readings. I would pay them, eager to uncover what the cards had in store for me. Each reading felt like a new adventure, each card a new possibility. But after a couple of years, I began to wonder—could I do this myself? Could I learn to interpret the cards and their meanings?

Now, after all these years, I’ve decided to take the plunge. I’ve started to study Tarot, delving into the symbolism and the stories each card tells. It’s a journey that feels both familiar and entirely new, a continuation of the path I started on back in high school with that first palm reading.

Who knows where this new chapter will lead? What I do know is that the journey into the mystical arts has been one of self-discovery, wonder, and endless curiosity. And as I learn more about Tarot, I can’t help but feel that same excitement I felt as a teenager, sitting in that old woman’s living room, waiting to hear what the future might hold.