Whatever comes to mind. Sometimes a story I read, sometimes something that came to me while holding my mala beads.
A friend asked the cards whether to quit her job — same card, three times. It reminded me of the other answer machine I grew up with: three copper coins and a three-thousand-year-old book. Jung called it synchronicity. The coins don't tell the future; they hand you a small piece of quiet.
My coworker Kate asked me where she could see a dragon. I almost said "the zoo." Then I remembered: there is no dragon anywhere in the world. An animal nobody has ever seen — how did it hold a seat in the zodiac for three thousand years?
At a team icebreaker, everyone announced their MBTI — and I couldn't remember mine. That night I dug out the bazi chart my mother had made the year I was born, laid the two maps side by side, and noticed three things.