Tarot as a Way Back to Self
Tarot has never been something I used to predict the future, prove my intuition, or place myself in a position of knowing over anyone else. It has always been, for me, a way back to myself…a tool for listening, orienting, remembering, and returning to the quiet truths that live beneath the noise.
I have worked with tarot decks throughout my entire life, though not always consistently and not always publicly, and certainly not as something I felt the need to explain or justify. But I came back to my cards in a deep and devoted way before the year 2020, before so many of us were called inside (both literally and spiritually) before spirituality became trendy, aestheticized, or easy to mirror once it felt socially safe again.
Back then, it was not cool. It was not profitable. It was not something you led with.
It was just me, my guides, my cards, and the moonlight at night, sitting with questions that did not want fast answers and listening for guidance that required patience, humility, and trust. I had no one holding my hand through it. No framework to lean on. Just a willingness to sit long enough for something real to speak.
It was through that medicine that I learned how spirit actually communicates…not through force or urgency, not through spectacle or certainty, but through subtlety, symbolism, and relationship. Tarot became less about asking the cards to tell me something new and more about allowing them to reflect what my body, my soul, and my ancestors already knew, but needed help bringing into language.
Since that time, my relationship with tarot has deepened and matured. I have taken courses, studied with teachers, and spent countless hours in communion with the cards themselves, learning how different decks speak differently, how certain imagery opens portals while other symbols whisper, and how each deck carries its own personality, tone, and lineage. There are decks I work with now that I consider close friends, not tools I pick up casually, but allies I check in with intentionally.
I have also spent years researching and studying the origins of tarot itself, tracing its symbolism, archetypes, numerology, and mythic structures, only to arrive again and again at the same beautiful mystery…that no one truly knows where tarot began. It did not arrive neatly packaged or authored. It emerged, the way most sacred medicines do, when the collective was ready to remember something it had forgotten.
Tarot is not a rulebook, a hierarchy to climb, nor a tool meant to elevate ego or reinforce what we already want to believe; it is a mirror, a language, and a relationship that asks us to listen rather than prove.
And that is exactly how I hold it in my work today.
The sessions I offer now are not about ego, dominance, or seeing something hidden for the sake of spectacle. They are reflections of the same medicine I sat with years ago, under moonlight, learning how to listen. They are invitations back to self, back to your natural north node, back to the purposeful path your spirit has been signaling through sensation, synchronicity, and longing long before you ever sat down with a deck of cards.
Tarot, when approached with reverence and consent, becomes a way to understand and innerstand your life…to see patterns without judgment, to name what is surfacing without rushing to fix it, and to remember that you are never navigating this path alone. Your guides, your ancestors, your intuition, and your inner knowing are already present. The cards simply help translate what is already speaking.
This is not a tool of power or pride, a party trick, or a shortcut to certainty.
It is a mirror, and when you are willing to meet yourself honestly in that reflection, it can be a powerful medicine indeed.
If you feel called to sit in that kind of space - one rooted in listening, remembrance, and grounded spiritual insight - you are warmly invited to book a Spirit Speaks Session™ with Auntie Katie.
With gratitude for the cards, the guides, and the quiet wisdom that continues to meet us when we choose to listen.
