The Tarot’s card of Inheritance, both material and immaterial: money, ancestry, genes, culture, is The Ten of Pentacles/Coins/Disks.
See the harvest mouse, custodian of the family riches. But these riches are about far more than just money.
From The Gilded Tarot: By Kind Permission of Ciro Marchetti.
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Appearing in a reading right way up, I understand the person I am reading for feels well-supported by their family. They have the security of a sense of belonging.
Drawing the card Reversed, I am sensing a struggle. They may be labouring under a sense of alienation within the family, or wrestling with a sense of injustice, real or perceived, over wills and other inheritance issues.
Or they may feel that their family background is a burden that weighs heavy, rather than a resource supporting them on their way.
Or they may be searching for their family, perhaps following adoption, because they need to know their roots.
The Tarot’s advice to people coming to discuss the disinheriting of difficult children has so far been ‘Justice above all’.
This has meant, as the Tarot’s seen it, equal shares between children, no matter what the relationship, no matter what the history. That one does not get on with a child is sad. It is a misfortune in life, and one may not like one’s child, just as a child may not like its parent. It happens.
However, retribution for this clash or misfortune, wielding the power of inheritance as a weapon, is a betrayal of the principle of inheritance.
Because an unjust will is toxic, and can divides families for years to come, perhaps for ever.
You might be the spitting image of a great-great-grandparent. You might be wearing their face reborn, cast to reflect your own spirit. You might have their skills and talents, their voice and intonation, even their mannerisms, when all your life you had thought you were the odd one out in your immediate tree of three generations.
“You and I can turn and look
at the silent river and wait. We know
the current is there, hidden; and there
are comings and goings from miles away
that hold the stillness exactly before us.
What the river says, that is what I say.”
William Stafford (1914-1993)
Until next time 🙂