Tarot Decks That Read Me for Filth

— or, how cardboard rectangles dragged me through my own personal underworld and left me gasping for more

ARCANE REVIEWS

Valkyrie

7/30/20253 min read

four playing cards sitting on top of a wooden table
four playing cards sitting on top of a wooden table

I remember the first time a Tarot deck turned on me. Not in a malicious way — no, the cards didn’t sneer. They simply knew. With one indifferent flick of Death’s scythe and the High Priestess’s unblinking gaze, I was undone. My polite little inquiries shattered, my illusions flayed. The cards read me, wholly and without mercy.

That was the moment I stopped treating Tarot like a parlor game. These weren’t just divination tools. They were keys — not to fate, but to the walled-off cathedral of my inner life. The one where old fears echo louder than any prayer.

Through these decks, I’ve been dragged backwards through every threshold I tried to avoid — and emerged, eventually, transformed. Not prettier. Not cleaner. Just… honest. Brutally, gloriously honest.

When Cards Attack: The Art of the Brutally Honest Reading

Let’s get one thing clear: Tarot doesn’t care about your comfort. It’s not a life coach, and it doesn’t do gentle affirmations unless you've earned them. The most powerful decks don’t predict your future. They confront you with the parts of yourself you’ve tried to exile — and dare you to make eye contact.

Tarot is an excavation. Every card is a symbol, a shard of myth or archetype that invites you to see yourself in the reflection. And if you dare to look — really look — you might just find what you’ve been hiding.

How Tarot Gets Under Your Skin:
  • The Major Arcana are not subtle. Cards like Death, The Tower, or Judgment aren’t here to play nice — they’re here to initiate you. To shake loose the lies you tell yourself in the dark.

  • The imagery stings. Sometimes beautiful, sometimes grotesque, always intentional — it bypasses intellect and goes straight to the gut.

  • Card positions in the spread change everything. A loving card reversed in the shadow position? That’s not tenderness. That’s a warning in silk.

  • The narrative they form together? That’s your reckoning.

To read Tarot honestly is to stand naked before a mirror and ask, “What am I pretending not to know?”

5 Tarot Decks That Ruined Me (In the Best Way)

There are decks that whisper. And then there are decks that grab you by the collar and say, you already know the answer — stop pretending you don’t. These are the latter.

Here are five Tarot decks that pulled no punches and read me for absolute filth:

1. The Corrupted Tarot

A fever dream in cardboard form. This deck unearths the rotted roots of your psyche and lays them bare under flickering candlelight. It doesn’t ask for healing. It demands transformation. (Side note, my absolute favorite card in this deck is The Magician.)

2. The Embroidered Graveyard

Laced with mourning and stitched with resurrection, this deck weeps with ancestral memory. Its gentle touch conceals hard truths wrapped in velvet — the kind that linger for lifetimes.

3. Crow Tarot

Sharp as a beak and just as precise. This deck perches above your spread like a witness at your confession, delivering truths with the clarity of bone. If you’re not ready to be seen, do not shuffle.

4. Lumen Tarot

A deck of radiant confrontations. With luminous, myth-soaked imagery, it spotlights the parts of yourself you pretend are “fixed” but aren’t. Its beauty stuns. Its honesty scorches (technically classified as a divination system).

5. Classic of Mountains and Seas

This one speaks in ancient mythological legends, dragging you through a world shaped by folklore and symbolism. It rewilds your spirit and dares you to exist outside human logic. Less a reading than a baptism.

Rituals of Ruin: Embracing the Harsh Truths for Sacred Transformation

Tarot isn’t about predicting the future. It’s about remembering who you were before the world told you who to be.

When you draw a card — especially one that unnerves you — that’s not failure. That’s initiation. That’s sacred discomfort. That’s the invitation to go deeper.

How to Live with the Truths Your Cards Reveal:
  • Integrate, don’t isolate. If a reading guts you, sit with it. Journal. Scream. Light a candle. Let it haunt you a little.

  • Track patterns. When a certain card won’t stop showing up, that’s not coincidence. That’s a cosmic side-eye.

  • Take action. Tarot reveals. You respond. That’s where the magic lives.

The more we allow Tarot to speak truth — even when it’s inconvenient, even when it’s cruel — the more we carve out a life that is ours. Not curated. Not filtered. Just real.

Final Blessing (or Curse, Depending on How You Take It)

Let the cards ruin you. Let them strip away the polished version of yourself you show to the world. And then, let them help you rebuild — raw, radiant, and unapologetically whole.

Because in the end, the most savage Tarot decks aren’t your enemies.

They’re your reflection.

And if that truth burns?

Good.

Let it light the way.