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Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Good Morning and Welcome! to The Fool’s Tarot for 14/02/2018, or as it is otherwise becoming known, « The Year No One Gave The POTUS A Valentine. » Grin. Actually, Happy Arrow-slaughtered Martyr to Another Religion, if you insist. There is absolutely NOTHING romantic about the historical antecedents to this day, and the only possible reason to celebrate it is to make ever more lustrous the coffers of Hallmark & the florist industry. Grin - no, I’m not really that “Bah, Humbug!” kind-of-guy, but the “monetization” & commercialization of simply Everything has made me a “ranter” at those agents involved in the ongoing murder of the Human Soul, which turns out to be 95% of that “outside” world & the way it works. End of rant. Today’s deck is *The Tarot of the Sevenfold Mystery” by Robert M. Place. As with all of Mr. Place’s deck, this one is a model of classical precision and upfront symbolism; ‘7-fold’ is very closely constructed to a ‘theory’ of Edward Burne-Jones, that “Beauty itself is a mystical truth.” I have preferred it lately to his Alchemical decks, simply for a change, and it gives a precise reading. Onward & Upward! My draw for today is as follows: A) Guiding Arcanum = XXI Prudence; B) Animus = 8 of Staffs; C) Anima = 10 of Swords; my oracular card today is from Mr. Place’s *The Burning Serpent Oracle”, and is (wonderfully, I 
hope) #1 Hermes the Messenger. (This oracle is subtitled “A Lenormand of the Soul,” and thus displays the 9H acronym as well. In Tarot, the 9 of Cups (Hearts) is, quite simply, Happiness.) Right of the split and wonky bat, it is SCREAMINGLY obvious that the Divine is wafting in tranquility far above where I seem to be today. It isn’t that I’m down in the muck, but one gets the impression of the ‘necessity’ of my Animus in order to move my Anima ‘on through’ this drastic moment of Ruin and Failure. OR . . . Ending. Which in this case, is far more to the point, I believe. I felt the death of a type of love last night, and although a great deal remains such as respect, trust, friendship, etc., I felt that last night was the first time I was able to confirm, “Yes, we seem to have moved on.” Which is GOOD, believe me, although still a bit sad when one sees the organic construct of which one is a part evolve, change and leave behind an outgrown husk.  So now I have a razed foundation upon which to build an entirely NEW structure, and the freedom is dizzying. I’ve skipped in my rush, so let’s head back to XXI, for a moment. I really like the conceit of having Prudence as XXI; it makes me feel a great deal as if XIV Temperance, my old & dear friend, has evolved as well and is now seated on this “throne” of the illuminated human being. (Her image, of course; her Reality will come from within the Seeker, the Pilgrim, the Voyager and Querent, what is in that person’s heart, mind, soul & being at the moment of apotheosis and union with the Divine. You, me, whosoever arrives at the portal.)  Let’s look for a moment at my Animus today, the 8 of Staffs. My first thought is a question, and that question is “Why?”
 Why am I in a mode of haste & dire necessity? What forest fire is burning too near and I’m desperately trying (and it looks like I’m failing) to form a firewall by cutting down what is already alight. IF I was in that situation, in an Animus-driven setting, I am fairly sure I would know about it; I still identify as a male. However, I don’t feel that it describes anywhere I am, or have been, or will be going to any time soon . . . (“As far as I know” – Grin.)  “With the Eight of Wands the element of Fire enters Hod, the realm of intellect and logic, ruled by Mercury - thus an area much to its delight. Swiftness is what is demanded in here, decisive action in high speed modus. The card can stand for sudden realizations, quick brainwaves, it can tell that the solution for a problem is already there or soon to come. It also reminds us that the spirit needs freedom to fly for otherwise it won't work at its best. The shadow side of the card can mean that we waste too much time with disputing and all kinds of tidbits, instead of moving quick and decisively. In another aspect of course it the size of the dose that makes the poison 
effective - if we rush it too much we'll end up with a mass of particles that won't do us any good.” (www.corax.com) That may not be the best fit of a citation, but it expresses well the “urgency of things,” so to speak. And it IS urgent that I keep up with the fires I have lit, and the atmosphere I create as well as the construct with which I tinker on a daily, sometimes hourly, basis. Grin. All through this reading are woven signs and symbols, hints, scribbled-upon matchbooks, lipstick-on-mirrors and all the rest, pointing ALL in one direction: Hermes, the Messenger. “And now, class, what is our Oracular card of the day?” All the students chimed in chorus, “Hermes the Messenger, Mrs. Eversgurd!” The large, florid, henna-haired woman-of-a-certain-age responded, “That’s right, class! And this is what we call synchronicity.” LOL – perhaps, perhaps not, but I know that I’m groovin’ to the tune of the Eternal Ra today; I feel it in my bones, and it feels good! (“Tell ‘em, James Brown!” Grin.) That just about wraps up what I have to say and I don’t feel that more meanings will add anything for the moment, so let’s call it a day and head back to the palace before the sun rises on this pitiless desert and hammers mankind into godhood. LOL. I ask the Cosmos today to grant us ALL a moment to measure defense and offense and then to wonder if it is necessary at all. Grin. Be Well! Be Zen. Be Blessed!!






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