As a social worker, I used to roll my eyes at the “universe is texting you” nonsense. Magical thinking doesn’t pay rent. But I’ve spent a decade in silent retreats, and I’ll admit: I’m wrong to dismiss it.

What’s actually happening is a crash course in psychological literacy. When a teenager pulls the Tower and cries, they’re not summoning demons. They’re naming the collapse of a rigid belief system. It’s exactly what Carl Jung meant when he wrote about the psyche using symbols to process what language can’t hold. The cards just happen to be illustrated.

Institutional religion gave them dogma. Divination gives them agency. You draw a card, you sit with it, you question it. That’s shadow work without the twelve-step manual. The Wheel of Fortune doesn’t tell you what will happen. It asks you to look at your own cycles. Honestly, that’s a hell of a lot closer to actual mindfulness than chanting a rote prayer you don’t believe in anymore.

I still cringe when I see people using astrology as a horoscope-based excuse to ghost someone. LoveAndAstrology forums are full of that. But the kids treating spreads like journaling prompts? They’re building a functional spirituality from the ground up. No clergy. No tithes. Just pattern recognition and self-reflection.

Look, I’m sixty. I’ve watched three generations trade incense for altar candles. The medium changed. The mechanism didn’t. If they can use the Major Arcana to sit with their anxiety instead of medicating it into silence, I’ll take it. Just keep the crystal healing claims in check, yeah? Grounding works. Physics doesn’t. But the rest? It’s growing on me.