Mystery of the Missing Diary

katie ellen feb 2016

I was cackling peaceably into my cauldron as you do, ie; cooking lunch when Il Matrimonio meandered in, nonchalantly asking; what did it mean if you had lost something, and asked the Tarot where it was, and you drew the Page of Wands?

I paused in my stirring, and asked why. Il Matrimonio does not in general, derive interest from anything Tarot-related, unless he wishes to consult about financial matters, and, might I add, despite this not as yet – touch wood – coming back to bite him. He was not an accountant but would have made an excellently sound one.

His friend Ms X had lost her diary, she had just told him via ‘social meeja’. She is learning Tarot. She had looked in her deck of Tarot cards, asking where the diary was, and had drawn  the Page of Wands but wasn’t sure what it might mean.

page wands gilded

Image by kind permission of Ciro Marchetti, from The Gilded Tarot.

In general terms it means summer, a young person born under one of the Fire signs. It means a trip or a social gathering, or sudden good news, or a sale, or a bright idea for a new business or creative project. It might literally mean a candle, a torch or a cigarette.

But what did it mean in this particular situation? How could it help to find the missing diary in real, practical, where- the- eff- is- it, terms?

Using Tarot to locate lost objects can be quite a challenge. I once helped a client find a missing diamond ring, and she found it straight after she left me and went hom, after it had been missing for nearly three years.

I swear to God I acquired new grey hairs doing that reading. Not least at how the Tarot told me where it was. The lost ring was in the keeping of the dead, it said. The lady, a widow, swore blind the ring had rolled off her finger and under the bed as she was leaving for the airport, and she had left confidently expecting to retrieve it upon her return home, but it was never to be found again. Except that it was. She went home and found the ring on top of a furniture unit in the sitting room. Right next to her husband’s ashes. She needed a stepladder to climb up and see it prompted by that remark from the Tarot, that it was in the keeping of the dead. It was her wedding ring.

The Tarot’s imagery can prompt ideas or prompt the memory by visual cues and lateral association. Tarot reading very largely works on associative thinking although Logic has its part to play. Readers build their own relationships with the cards, over time and through practice. They embed their own memories and add their own meanings to the cards, so that one reader can never say another reader is wrong, saying that a card means this or that in real terms. Traditional meanings matter. They provide the overarching theme or thesis, but the specifics of interpretation arises from the reader’s own heart and soul.

Back to this missing diary. My response was to say, adding a glug of olive oil to the pan was that the card suggested she took it out with her and left it some local haunt. Why? Because:

Page = small. Wands = travel. 

Additionally…or instead; I suggested, it was somewhere warm or loud, such as a radiator next to a TV, or in the kitchen near the oven.  Wands is the suit of the south, of warmth and anywhere or anything noisy and quick.

He came back saying, Ms X  had been adamant she never took the diary out with her, and I remarked that, well, it was between her and her own Tarot, but that card strongly suggested she would find it, and probably quickly.

Ms X  shortly later remembered that she had been to the hairdressers earlier that same day. She returned and found the diary was on the arm of a sofa there, next to the stereo.

Let’s add ‘stereo’ and ‘hairdressers’, then, to the list of associations for the lively Page of Wands.

That’s how we do it. That’s how it’s done, and why Tarot divination is an on-going study, however long you’ve been doing it.

Until next time 🙂

Tarot Says Apples For Teachers

Apples For Teachers…It Wouldn’t Be Allowed Today: True Tarot on Teachers

English: An original card from the tarot deck ...
Le Pape or Hierophant from the tarot deck of Jean Dodal of Lyon, a classic “Marseilles” deck. The deck dates from 1701-1715. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Soon the children will be going back to school.

The Hierophant, the Tarot’s Fifth Major Arcana card, represents the concept of The Teacher but this is the teacher operating within the Establishment

 

What makes a teacher be a GREAT teacher?

Curiosity about Life, respect and generosity. Life invites ongoing learning. Progress demands it.

‘Schools out for EVER. School’s out COMPLETELY’…though it never is, or shouldn’t be for anyone with a curiosity greater than an amoeba’s.

Teachers: great ones, good and bad ones, the malevolent or indifferent. The ones I remember with affection, I remember for a variety of reasons.

Gentle bachelor Mr F always wore a salmon pink jumper and taught history. I was in his good books for ever, after asking a guest historian, a Professor David Hampson, what was later termed in my report, as ‘a very perceptive question’…an over-egging of my achievement my family found hilarious.

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Mr F died of cancer quite young, and was remembered by later pupils as prone to violence. But it was the affliction of the tumour in his brain, creating cruel change. He threw blackboard dusters at people.A most gentle person.

It wouldn’t be allowed today.

Big, loud, red-faced Mr W, was Head of Hawk House, of which I was an incumbent and he taught me Maths. You’d hear the roaring from his office after assembly as he dealt with one bully or another.
‘Ohhh,’ he’d roar.’So you think it’s clever to get a little first year lad by his ear, do you? Tell me, how do YOU like it when I do THIS?’

‘Aayaa, ayaa! No sir!’

‘Or this?’

‘Ayaa, ayaa! no sir!’

‘Well, don’t you do it then, or you’ll be back in here for some more.’

It wouldn’t be allowed today.

Meeting me in the corridor at break times he’d press me to the wall with his enormous belly, and, stinking of cigarette smoke, he would bellow good naturedly from his great height.  ‘Hello! SILLY WOMAN! How are you diddling?’
I knew, as did my sisters at the same school and as young people immediately do know; he was OK, not even remotely creepy, so we only laughed about it, while avoiding it if we could. I only smile at the memory but…

It wouldn’t be allowed today.

 

apple for teacher

One of my ‘life lessons’ came from an elderly and very gentle science teacher. Mr Vest (yes, really) gently admonished me one day for my untidily presented homework. Embarrassed, I explained that my pen was leaky.

He said, ‘Now Katie, I know you like sayings. What’s the saying for this situation?’

I couldn’t guess which one he might mean.

‘A bad workman blames his tools’ …

An apple for teacher. But our memories are the apples they have given us, crisp and sharp, rosy and polished, maggoty and rotten.

Until next time 🙂