Tarot Parroting…Another case of psychic Art Imitating life

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Tarot loves to start off a reading, playing parrot.

Just as Art imitates or rather, conjures Life, that’s how Tarot works. As within, so without.  The first thing I aim to do in a reading, is ask the cards to help me identify my client’s most pressing concern or question. The Tarot tells me by ensuring I draw the card that most accurately mirrors that unspoken concern or question, as closely as can be managed from among the 78 cards in a Tarot deck.

This ‘mirror-card’ tells me and my client that we are on the same wavelength, which provides a reliable baseline for the rest of the reading.

My Tarot did it again today, and deserves one of those little nectar pots adored by larikeets and parrots alike.

I was about to self- inject for the first time, trying out a new med for quite a severe severe rheumatoid-type illness (I have tried MANY approaches in 20 odd years, with too much ground covered to mention, while exercising great care in agreeing which pharma meds to try )

The med is called Orencia or Abatacept. It is a new class of meds known as biologics. Orencia works to inhibit the production of T cells, T1 and T1. These are normal proteins, and are essential for your normal immune response, but if that goes wrong for any reason, they can go into overproduction, causing an inflammatory cytokine cascade resulting in acute pain and long term damage.

These biologics, while for some they offer a last chance of respite, can be dangerous, so I thought I’d pull myself a few cards before injecting.

The first card out was The Tower.

 

Katie-Ellen Hazeldine's photo.

Just look at that pic. How well did the Tarot do, with a deck of 78 cards to work with, shuffled and drawn blind and at random…in guiding me to draw this card, signifying the issue in question.

Look at the card again. Look at the injector pen.

Squawk! Pretty Polly! 

This is how readers know their question has been heard and logged by their unconscious mind. The first card out of the deck will mirror the stated question, or even the unstated question.

Next I drew

4 Swords, (illness)
Ace Swords ( a sword, or in this case…spring loaded needle)
and 7 Pentacles. (tend to the crop, patience is required.)
This last card was also a suitable reflection as this med is is a weekly injection.
I therefore concluded, that while I could not expect a miracle, or even a significant observable response, there would be no significant negative response; a finding which I am so far in a position to validate.
Tarot does make me laugh sometimes.
Till next time 🙂

The Tower And A Tornado

Cover of "The Gilded Tarot"
Cover of The Gilded Tarot

One Friday,  December 11, at my home in the UK, I was conferring with my cards for comments or advice about my husband’s imminent trip to Boston, I drew The Tower card.

The Tower card signifies upheavals, crises….the house of cards collapses. It can also refer to the weather. The Gilded Tarot‘s Tower is shown below, image reproduced by kind permission of Ciro Marchetti.


‘You’ll need to pack your raincoat,’ I said to Il Matrimonio. ‘There’s going to be rain. In fact, I think there’s going to be a storm.’

‘There is not,’ he said. ‘You mad cow. The weather forecast for Boston next week says 70 odd degrees.’

‘Be a stubborn old thickhead then, ‘ I said. (The oracle is unperturbed by rudeness, and can dish it with the best) ‘Because I think it will rain, and it’s a long way to travel without even a raincoat, in September. That’s just common sense, but if you want to behave like a delta brain, on your own head be it, you’ve been warned, the Tower’s saying ‘storm.’

Storm indeed. It came next morning just before 8. First there was thunder and a downpour. Then we only had a TORNADO. It followed the thunder, screaming down our road like a banshee. I’ve never heard anything like it….a great scream of sound, and down went a neighbours wall, and wheeee! crash! went sundry dustbins and garden furniture, and somewhere a poor cat yowled in terror, and I hope it isn’t under Mr Fagge‘s wall.

A tiny tornado, being British. It affected no more than half a dozen roads. Extravagance is so vulgar. And I do not want to encounter one bigger than tiny. This link offers footage of some British tornadoes being tamely moderate:- http://www.uk-severe-weather.co.uk/

The spouse loved Boston and it was great weather.

Boston surrounded by brilliant autumnal colors
Boston surrounded by brilliant autumnal colors (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Except that was, for his one free day, when he went out on a whale watching trip,  and saw a Japanese man being very sick on deck, and later a fin and something black just beneath the surface which only one other person spotted. It rained pretty much all day, and he was so glad he had decided to pack his raincoat after all. Until next time:)

Cover of "Tornado (Eyewitness Project Pac...
Cover of Tornado (Eyewitness Project Pack)

Destiny or Doom? Tarot’s Cassandra Moments.

    

   

 

 

Cassandra knew the Horse was bad news but couldn’t stop it.

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On the evening of Saturday, Feb 13 2010, idly playing with my tarot cards, I  become unsettled at the picture that emerged.

In an eight card spread I had the Chariot Reversed in the opening position, the Seven of Swords in the problem position, The Moon card in the ‘external influences position’ and the Ace of Coins Reversed in the outcome position.

It suggested a car problem. Losses, a sneak thief or maybe a database problem affecting the car. I knew I didn’t like it. But I was uncertain about the specifics.  I puzzled over the  ‘thief’ thoughts prompted by The Moon and Seven of Swords in connection with our car.  How to respond?

We were away from home that night, and, feeling time was of the essence I asked Il Matrimonio to go straight down and check on the car. He returned saying everything was fine, adding a few rude remarks about mad cows for good measure.

Cassandras need broad shoulders sometimes. It’s perfectly true Tarot readers and their kind need to keep a tight rein on discipline and common sense if they are not to be carried away by the fairies. But  Tarot is learned rather than taught, and risk of error and looking like an idiot is what it takes, in a serious attempt to hone skill. There will always be moments of self-doubt, confusion, discomfort, even downright fear at times.

Sometimes it’s with hindsight that we realise the Tarot did in fact know, and did in fact, try to tell us. We just weren’t able to join the dots in time. This is the occasional doom of all ‘sooth-sayers’ and is what I call a Cassandra Moment.

Cassandra was a seer and princess of Troy. She knew that the wooden horse left behind by the Greeks who had supposedly left and gone home after a ten-year siege was dangerous. She said so, but in their joy and relief that at last it was all over, no-one was ready to listen.  The Greeks climbed out of the horse in the night, swords in hand, and her gift wasn’t able to save Troy, or herself either.

Anyway, back to the ‘car thief’. I was not satisfied. I was uneasy. But I just had to say, pending the hard evidence…my intuition on to something, and time will soon tell me what this was about. And in fact I found out the very next day, on returning home, when we discovered an unexplained debit on our credit card.

A car rental company in Pisa had on Friday 12 taken a payment of £42.00 for no  reason we had been informed of. So the ‘theft’ had already occurred by the time I saw it on Saturday.

If I had seen it on Thursday, could I have stopped it?

Pisa: Author’s own photograph

Well, no. Having drawn the Ace of Coins Reversed (taking a financial loss) and Justice Reversed (injustice, bad contract) I was not hopeful of redress, and it emerged we had been fined for a parking offence committed last August in Pisa. That’s right. Last August! No wonder it hadn’t occurred to me to look in that direction.

The Tarot had warned me actually. The day before our trip I had drawn The Tower card. This is rarely good news. It can be a disaster card.  However, I interpreted the cards appearance as a prefiguring of the Tower of Pisa. So you see how Cassandras may self-deceive.

On the way back to our holiday accommodation from Pisa we had a blow out on the autostrada, an unpleasant experience though no-one was hurt. I was able to warn my husband just before it happened and he went into the slow lane, thank goodness. The Tarot had proved itself with almost immediate effect, and this fining business was now the post script.

Merda! We were not knowingly guilty of an offence. We had stopped to ask for directions to the nearest parking, to be beckoned into a parking bay by a smiling uniformed parking attendant. But the police in Pisa had fined the car rental company for unauthorised parking, and the car rental company had recouped the fine on the credit card  without notifying us. We were dismayed that they had retained our card details so long and were besides, furious.

I challenged the fine, and was with great politeness referred to some mind-bogglingly complex, time-bandit bureaucratic municipal maze.

Therefore, be very, very careful if visiting Florence Pisa or Rome by car. This is a worryingly common story.

I did say the Justice card was reversed, didn’t I?  One must keep one’s sense of humour.  I’ll only add, beware smiling car park attendants in the Comune di Pisa. They might turn out to be a little wooden horse, or a little wooden pony. Or an ass.