With my first three tarot decks, I followed the same ritual.
The first time I shuffled the cards, I asked a question.
It was the same question every time.
“What is the meaning of life?”
I would only pull one card for the answer.
The card I got every time was the Ace of Cups.
To me, the Ace of Cups means love, in its broadest sense.
“Love.”
Coincidence?
I do not believe so.
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