#tarotoriginstory

[veggie9961]

Time and the Tarot

Inside the moon are deep oceans. The waters sway and persuade with illusion. Deep within the waters is another moon. The inner moon is bright, blue and bubbly, covered in young craters filled with little ocean agates.

I swim deep within the waters. I swim frantically and forcefully. I swim unable to breath. The currents press in my lungs, exploding me from the inside out. When I'm nearing my capacity, I reach an arm out, sticking out a finger to touch the bright inner moon. Just one single touch before I fade away.

I feel a surge of energy through me as I am filled with white light. Healing white light which consumes not only my own body but the body of the world. I open my eyes to find that the world is now infinite white light.

Two objects exist in the light. Time and the Tarot. I cannot see both at a given moment; they exist on either side of me. I turn to the left and I see Time. It's image is incomprehensible, uncontrollable, overwhelming. I turn to the right and I see the Tarot.

I touch the deck. I examine the cards. I admire the detailing. I shuffle gently. I draw a card. Strength.

I hold it to my heart and turn to face Time.