Exploring Tarot with Story

Today’s card is I The Magician from the Wizard’s Tarot. What do you see when you look at this card?

One way to get to the heart of a card is to actually tell a story or fairy tale about the card. We are doing this in my 21 Ways to Read a Tarot Card study group this week.

I love to explore Tarot this way. It’s fun to be as over-the-top and outlandish as you can possibly be. You can even invent other people, animals, or situations that are not pictured in the card!

Here is the story I wrote for this card for our group today:

Once upon a time there was a young magician. He had learned a few things about magic while growing up on the shores by the ocean. He never knew he was a magician, only that he could do things others could not. He spent his days laughing and playing by the sea. One day an old man with a long beard came to visit his parents. The boy was taken to a nearby wizard’s school to learn about magic. He was overcome with joy.

Soon, however, the joy turned to dismay as his teachers gave him rule after rule, stifling his creativity. They even told him he could not practice magic except in class for assignments! This was ridiculous to the boy as he had spontaneously done magic all his life. The young wizard grew more and more distraught with the regulations, and began to act out. He chastised the teachers for warning him about the dangers of magic, and told them to shove their fluffy bunny, soft, and touchy-feely approach. And their rules.

On the night of Samhain Eve, the young wizard decided to do an advanced ritual. He gathered all of the materials he needed. This was magic beyond what he had done as a child. He began the ritual and his magical tools began floating around! The young wizard was overjoyed and began laughing. He raised his wand high overhead as the objects flew faster and faster around him. His hair blew in the breeze they created, and never had he felt so alive! He could even hear the sound of the ocean outside the window, a sound that took him back to his days of playing as a child.

A small crowd had started to gather down the hall and under the stairs. One or two students went to wake the headmaster and to get some of the professors. The excitement grew as the air filled with the electrical energy. The young wizard did not notice any of this as he was in a world of his own.

As the headmaster ran down the hall, the air around the magician went dark. A giant black rectangle formed over him, and no one could see him.Suddenly the rectangle shrank, and the young wizard had disappeared. His athame and cup fell to the floor with a shatter, and then silence as the candles blew themselves out.

No one ever knew for sure what became of the young wizard, but that doesn’t stop anyone from telling the tale. Some used it as a warning against being head-strong and using magic beyond your abilities. Others saw it as a demonstration of what you could do, and strived to become better at the art. As for me, I think the boy has gone somewhere that he can be free to use his abilities as he likes. When you go down the hall late at night, especially on Samhain Eve, some say you can hear the ocean, and a small boy laughing as he plays and explores his natural magical abilities.

One might surmise from this story that the author may find traditional rules, especially in school or other situations, to be overly-stifling. What you believe will often come out in unexpected ways when you tell a story about your Tarot Card. So go ahead and try it. I’d love to hear your stories.

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