Tarot and Christian Prayer, pt. I

I’ve incorporated an ancient practice into a less ancient practice WITHOUT destroying my soul. Shocking…?

Emily Rose
9 min readSep 9, 2021


*Content warning: Satan, demon boobies, gods and goddesses from around the world, and a brief moment of Nazi imagery for the sole purpose of mocking the Nazis. What does any of this have to do with tarot cards? Read on to find out…

I’m sure you’re tired of me reminding you that all things spooky-time are my favorite. Since it’s basically Halloween now, I thought I’d bring up something that might raise the hairs on your arms a bit. Something that you probably instantly equate with the devil and witches and other things that will take you directly to hell.

I recently, prayerfully submitted to a long-held curiosity of mine and bought a tarot deck. And fam, it’s changing my life for the better.


For about as long as I can remember, I’ve been curious about tarot. Mainly because it’s been shrouded with the allure of forbidden-ness. After all, how was I supposed to know about it if glancing in a deck’s general direction would instantly transform me into a succubus or whatever?

I’d get fabulous hair, though.

For goodness sake, most of the reason I wanted anything to do with tarot card is because, frankly, they’re pretty. Each card is composed entirely of symbols and imagery with exact meanings, so it’s rad to see how individual artists interpret it all while still incorporating the shapes and colors that make each card what it is. You can’t have The Empress without at least one pomegranate, or The Moon without a pair of animals staring longingly at it, for example.

In high school and college, I started getting even more sus about claims of tarot’s evilness. Why? Because it was dictating who I should and shouldn’t be associating with. And, since my crowd at school was always the emo-goth-punk kind, who…