We have always had doom-mongers. We will always have them. Ahhh, shaddapp!!!
Someone give them a nice cuppa and a biscuit. We’ve all had enough doom-mongering.
Mind you, if only the Trojans had listened to Cassandra….
But doom is just another word for destiny or fate. Doom is destiny in a bad mood, having a bad hair day. And then the eternal chestnut is, can destiny be changed? Is it mutable?
The Fates of Greek Mythology were three weaving goddesses who assigned individual destinies at birth. Their names were Clotho who chose the yarn (the Spinner), Lachesis who allowed the length (the Allotter -and there’s a deadly venomous snake of the same name; a bushmaster if memory serves) and Atropos who cut the thread (the Inflexible).
Once they had decreed your fate even Zeus couldn’t do a thing about it.
The Fates of Norse mythology, the three Nornir lived at the well in Asgard (home of the Gods and Goddesses). Their names were Urd ‘What Once Was’, Verdandi ‘What Is Coming into Being’ and Skuld, ‘What Shall Be.’
They spent their time at the foot of the giant ash Yggdrasil the Tree of Life, the great World Tree, weaving the threads of fate of every living being into a web. They were the alarm clock for the gods, placing a rooster at the top of Yggdrasil to wake them up every morning, ready or not. Wakey WAKEYYYYY!
One pictures Odin, snorting, startled awake after a heavy night in the mead hall.
And then they would fetch water from Urd’s well, and give Yggdrasil a good watering to keep it green and healthy.
The Vikings believed the Norns were nearby whenever a child was born. Women who had just given birth were fed a bowl of porridge,’Norn porridge’. The mothers would eat it on their behalf and hopefully, this vicarious treat would go down – well, a treat, and in return the Norns would be well-disposed, dishing out good health for the mother and the child.
But – significantly, the Norns, unlike the Fates, could be bargained with now and then to change ordained outcomes.
These days we may wonder about Fate, but in the modern west at least, worship more readily at the altar of free will as a defining mark of our ‘superior’ rationality.
This is good because it makes us responsible for the things we do, and stops us from doing horrific things to essentially harmless people just because we have decided they’re religiously unacceptable for whatever reason. I live in the land of the Pendle witches; desperately poor people hanged for witchcraft, but including one person far less poor, Alice Nutter; from a well-known Catholic family…when being Catholic wasn’t safe either, at the time.
So we don’t do that any more, and we separated Church and State. Good. No Blasphemy laws coming back again either please, ever, ever again. Under whatever aegis of tolerance of Islam or any other religion at all.
We can’t ever go ‘back there.’ Blasphemy laws light human bonfires.
But there is a drawback. This Enlightenment has had the unfortunate side-effect of over-promoting us, at least in our own imaginations, at the expense of all those tiresome gods of previous superstitious generations who knew no better, or so we may tell ourselves, and now we ourselves are the gods with the feet of clay.
Fate however is not about superstition, but is at its heart simply the recognition that we are a world in ourselves on the one hand, a microcosm in our own individual right, but also very tiny in the scheme of something older and bigger than our ability to comprehend, let alone perceive. The Hubble telescope is amazing, staggering in the things it has revealed to us…again, that great eye in the sky of the World card, but a thousand Hubble telescopes still can’t tell us…the meaning of X – The Unanswerable of Everything.
So what’s my question for my Tarot today? Or my preoccupation? Do I have one? I’m a little unsettled, a bit under the weather – a longstanding health issue- and I am somewhat procrastinating on another writing job. I know my own mood perfectly well, but I want to see what the bit of my mind that operates through the Tarot will make of it.
Tweeted today 22 May:
Katie-Ellen@TrueTarotTales· I ask #Tarot diagnose my question? I draw The World. Traditionally, completion but I’m seeing ‘eyes in the sky’, satellite technology (support of reefs and forests?) Feb-Apr 2021 may see global burnout of this pandemic chapter though widely easing 21 June+ IMG Ciro Marchetti
The World is a positive card. It is about a global vision, and suggests the successful completion of a cycle.
So, no, this is not ‘the big one’ as pandemics go, and we already know that.
It’s big all right. It’s bad and desperately sad. It’s a weird one, a real Frankenstein virus, born out of our own messy destruction of whatever we need and want, and also of whatever we don’t need or want.
This card is not a vision of doom for humankind though it contains warnings. Notice that the artist has placed him standing on an egg-timer, symbol of infinity? Look where the sands are.
We are too many and it’s not our ‘fault’. We’ve just been doing what we do as an animal, but if these projections manifest, these figures will not be sustainable, except at the cost of great changes to our individual lifestyles and freedom of movement.
The figure in the World card feels as if he can fly. And so he can, aided by his machines and now we have satellites, eyes and ears in the sky. He thinks he is master of the globe, but the sands have emptied out. The resources are not infinite, and actually, he has his arms out for balance.
The card is Major Arcana 21, suggesting the year 2021 for completion of the current pandemic cycle. Where is he looking? His eyes are fixed on a future point between the zodiac signs of Aquarius and Aries…suggesting late January-late April 2021 as the time-frame for the global easing of the situation as successive waves rise and fall, continent after continent, country after country.
I wonder if 2001 A Space Odyssey, Arthur C Clarke was actually a prophetic vision of 2100 AD, and the 21st century may prove a crunch time for humanity, the great turning point. We can’t grow to those numbers and keep our individual freedom of movement. We’re already now at the limit of our natural range, says the egg-timer.
But right now, his feet –my feet -are here in Britain, planted on that egg-timer of infinity, floating above Gemini and Cancer. We have just entered Gemini and we enter Cancer on the 20/21 June to leave it for Leo 22/23 July.
The release of lock-down has begun. For some this is too soon. For others, it is nearly not soon or fast enough.
The World card seems to imply that even if they have to put the brakes back on, it won’t be hard or won’t be for long.
Tweeted 21 May
Katie-Ellen@TrueTarotTales·#cartomancy ‘graph’. Risk of second wave of #covid19UK? Readers don’t ‘know.’ But what is shown? 10 Spades absent – good. Risk detected as 2/5, characterised as 2 short spikes rather than waves on a graph between now and June 20/21. Stay CAUTIOUS! Cards= 7S, 9C, Ace C, 2D, QH
Freedom or safety?
They are both illusions. Do we want to be protected or do we want independent agency? A degree of personal autonomy? Whatever we would rather choose for ourselves, nothing is for free. The birds sing because they must, or lose their territory, the food that it can deliver, and their mating rights. It’s life and death to them. Robins are liable to fight if they meet outside mating time, the male and female may even fight to the death. It’s all about territory, and erritory is all about access to resources.
This is our local Robin Goodfellow, waiting for his suet, because he is not stupid, and he has got staff working on the case. The science is survival but it’s also the miracle, the beauty and the charm; the way he wins our hearts.
I am not a fan of banning things, or pointing fingers, or being told what to do, or telling other people what they should be doing, but the World card says we came into this world. We are of it, no less deserving than any other living thing. But it is not ours.
The world is ours to live in, and to enjoy and to marvel at. We need to do what we need to, in order to live. We need to eat, we need our children to eat. Some long ago fellow wrote in the Bible that the Lord gave us dominion over the lot, and it caught on big-time, very convenient thing to believe while our numbers were small. But the world is not our oyster, we’re only sailing but not steering our mother-ship, Earth, which made the bones which built us, using what came from the stars.
Wherever we go, however far we go, the party isn’t somewhere else.
It’s all going on right here, right now.
Until next time 🙂