Good Morning and Welcome! to The Fool’s Tarot for 16/04/2018; my excuses for leaving you high and dry for a couple of days – I have had to accept some secondary effects of my cancer medicine, but I do not stretch a point when I say my body hasn’t been so cooperative in “acceptance” and some mornings are simply torturous; those you’re-hurting-to-a-point-of-screaming-agony and dying would be preferable moments. They are tough,
and that now consists of my mornings; the rest of the day is a little better, but few other side-effects are showing (see just below); Oh, what a fun carnival ride this is going to be . . . (dry heave.) (A new one did show up this morning; my hands are starting their transformation into bleeding dragon’s paws, scales and all. NOW, the funny thing about this, as my stigmata start to appear (grin,) is that I draw a hand like this today. The High Priestess is my
Arcanum Guide today, and the 9 of Cups and the 9 of Pentacles are my ‘Beige Bivalve’, that means me. Both are shimmering, good cards, with the emotional and the material rejoicing in abundance. That cracks me up – I don’t think I’ve got any wonderful fêtes planned today, having a good old time in between bouts of dry heaves. Ha! I pulled a Bottom of the Deck card today as my oracular card, and received the Queen of Wands, a wonderful card-of-chance to receive in that
oracular role. This reading is so VERY NOT about my physical cancer, I believe. I think it may be celebrating the shedding of the last of my deepest and oldest kinks or peculiarities or wounds. That is the only purpose I can see cancer serving in my life at this point – a kind of brutal strip-down to the essential me. I need to remember as I pull my draws during the immediate future that what the cards may be talking to me about is NOT at all my physical malady, but what is going on everywhere ELSE in my being. I ask the Cosmos to grant us ALL today a better pair of glasses. Be Well! Be Zen. Be Blessed!!