What lovely cards to receive today! Upon drawing them I thought “Don’t let memories of the past get in the way of enjoying the present” This is especially appropriate for me at this time of year. Christmas has always been a rough time for me. As a child, Christmas often proved to be a stressful family holiday filled with fighting and bitterness. As an adult I carried the memories of those negative past holidays and they tainted the present. Then over the years I lost family and friends (many much too soon) and the holidays just reminded me of who was no longer with us anymore. It tends to put me in a nasty funk. Even decorating the house or putting up a tree made me cranky and tearful.
Over the years I’ve gotten a bit better about this but not much. Very often by the day after Christmas I want to tear down all the decorations and put away the tree, leaving no memories of the holiday to linger. Each yet I get more put off by the ridiculous and often dangerous antics of people seeking amazing discounts on Black Friday. The fact that so many people have no problem curtailing their Thanksgiving festivities to go shopping says a lot about our consumer culture and our familial relationships (at least that’s my opinion).
These two cards, one with an pale eerie ghost and the other with a soaring, kindly spirit, offer insight into some of my issues. The ghosts of Christmases Past lingers in the air like a stale cigar. Its vaporous influences may not be seen but they are felt. Their pale, ectoplasmic fingers wrap themselves around my heart and won’t give way. The only way to break free of these influences is to be aware of them and fight them. Instead of focusing on the sadness of missing loved ones I can focus on the fun and joy they gave when they lived. In some ways I suppose I dishonor their memories by letting them become a source of bitterness, sadness and unhappiness.
The North Wind can help me clear away all those cobwebs filled with sadness and sorrow and help me fill those spaces with light and laughter and joy. If I don’t allow myself to make newer, happier memories then how can I stave off the sadness? What happy memories will I have in the future? In truth, remembering only the sad or painful memories just deepens those wounds. If I want to heal I need to release them to time and replace them with joy-filled, laughter-filled new experiences that can be a bulwark against their ghostly pull.
Friday the 13th – one of my favorite days! Friday the 13ths always seem to be relatively calm, peaceful and even lucky days for me. I may not win the lottery but I usually find that things just go smoothly for me.
Drawing the Ace of Wands reinforces the messages I’ve been receiving that I need to get started, get moving, get my ass in gear. Call it what you will but I think the rather intimidating masked figure on this card is warning me that the time for procrastination is at an end. If I don’t want to get my head handed to me (and perhaps even put on a stick) then I need to light a fire under my lazy behind. Perhaps not the gentlest, kindest message one can receive but it certainly is appropriate. I am a world class procrastinator (perhaps I’ve mentioned this before?).
The image on the 3 of Swords is an interesting take on this card. The “betrayal” is not intentional but no less deep. The beloved one had died but still influences the living partner. The heart aches but can do nothing to change the situation and that is the message this card offers. As sad as this current situation makes me, as betrayed as I may feel, it’s not going to change. So I need to let go and move forward.
I think what is keeping me from energizing myself and getting my ass in gear, is that I haven’t fully let go of the sense of betrayal – by life, by the Universe, by fate. I’m still working on accepting that sometimes shit just happens and there is nothing I can do to change it or make it better – at least not right now. I need to work on accepting, releasing and moving forward. I have to stop focusing on what others have done and look at changing my perceptions of these situations. It’s not a great solution but it’s the only workable one I can come up with right now.
Elopement of Skill (aka 8 of Wands) shows the reclamation of Etain by Midir. In Irish legend, Etain is the second wife of Midir. His jealous first wife changes her into a fly and after some mishaps she is swallowed by Etar and reborn as her daughter. Midir realizes she is his true love reborn and pursues her despite the fact that she is married to another. Despite all efforts to stop him, Midir reclaims Etain and they escape rising through the smoke hole and becoming swans.
The Courtship of Battle (3 of Swords) shows the first meeting of Nessa (mother of King Conchobar of Ulster) and Cathbad the Druid. According to legend, Cathbad was part of a raiding band that killed Nessa’s foster parents. Nessa vowed revenge and pursued the assailants. Cathbad manages to entrap her at her bath and coerce her into becoming his wife. (although some version don’t report a marriage but rather an assignation) This union would eventually produce King Conchobar – a legendary Arthurian-style king of Ulster.
So considering the message of these two cards what I take away from this reading is that I need to focus on reclaiming my true self; finding the me I’ve lost over the years. Instead of focusing on the heartache and betrayal that may have helped bury this me, I need to let those feelings get washed away and emerge reborn and spiritually cleansed. I have the energy and skill needed to manifest this but I have to change my mindset otherwise it will continue to hold me back. I can achieve great things as long as I refuse to focus on what was lost. What is gone cannot return and we can’t turn back the clock. It’s time to look to the future and let go of the past. As Raul Julia’s character says in the 70s movie Gumball Rally, “What is behind me is not important”.
The reversed 7 of Wands tells me that it’s okay to let my guard down; be less defensive. Instead of getting my back up and hissing at folks, I might find it more helpful to relax a bit and be less aggressive. Of course that may be easier said than done. I learned the hard way that it’s best to prepare for the worst even as I hope for the best.
The reversed Ace of Discs (repeated from yesterday) is also reminding me that I can’t move forward and manifest new prosperity until I released this defensive posture. It is blocking me from moving forward and focusing on new projects. If I want to work on prosperity and abundance then I can’t funnel all my energies into holding on to old patterns, old defensive habits. I’m not a porcupine and need to stop behaving as one.
I see my message today as reminding me that if I keep clinging to outdated and worn patterns and responses then I can’t create new ones. I can’t build new prosperity and abundance in my life if I’m clinging to a scarcity mentality. I can’t keep blocking out the world to protect what I have and believe I’ll be able to manifest anything new. I won’t be able to fit it past the blockades and defenses I’ve built.
Wow! What a scary thought – tearing down my defenses and baring myself to the world. I’m not sure if I can do it but I have to give it a try.
I don’t know, I just don’t know. These two court cards are throwing me for a loop. My initial reaction/interpretation is that my inner student is being blocked by my need to be in control and master my life. On a superficial level there is nothing wrong with this interpretation but somehow I get the sense there is more to it than that.
Looking at the Page of Discs my eye is drawn to the item she holds in her hand. At first glance I thought it was a huge eyeball. It made me think that I need to “eyeball” myself from a new perspective; turn my previous perceptions on their heads. When I looked more closely at the card I realized she’s actually holding a DVD or CD. However I don’t think that changes my initial interpretation of this card.
This Page of Disks also had an edgy energy to it. The figure on the image had short, choppy dark hair, eyes rimmed with black liner and dark clothing – rather Goth in appearance. This is very different look than I have or have ever donned. There is something about this figure that tells me she has a tough outside, very much an “I don’t take crap” persona, covering a very sensitive and possibly wounded interior. That could certainly describe me, especially when I was a teen. I was one of the walking wounded who donned a suit of porcupine quills for protection and camouflage.
The King of Wands seems almost weary and pensive as he sits with his head resting on his fisted hand and a skull beneath his chin. Is he pondering all the actions he has needed to take to achieve his present position? Does his flame still burn bright or has it died down to glowing embers? Right now I’m certainly feeling more glowing embers than roaring flames in my life. He still carries the banner of his achievements but perhaps he has learned more effective and efficient ways to use his energies. Instead of always blazing forth at full blast he has master tempering his fiery energy with sense and logic.
For additional insight and clarity I drew one more card and got the Queen of Wands – me. Or at least she is who I have the potential to be. Perhaps she reminding me that before I can fully manifest her energies in my life I need to reconnect with the Page of Discs and King of Wands energy; getting from one to the next. Maybe once I can embrace my Porcupine Girl I’ll have a better understanding of how to channel my energies and stop scattering them in a wasteful fashion.
I think these cards are a reminder that I can only do so much by myself. I think I’m reaching the limits of my strength and fortitude. I have endured and hung in there but I’m burning out. I’m still fighting the same battle and almost nothing external has changed. However I do think I’ve finally learned some useful techniques to deal with this situation.
Instead of trying to tame things and bend them to my will, I’ve become more flexible and fluid but I still prefer a slightly more organized, orderly and structured life. I like clear boundaries and they don’t exist in this situation.
The 6 of Cups points out that on one level I’m still seeing things through the eyes of the past, of memories & nostalgia. My mother-in-law will never again be the woman she was when I first met her. I have to stop reacting to her as though she is that woman. On another level it’s pointing out that our roles have been reversed. She has become the child in this relationship and we’ve become the parent. That is a difficult transition to navigate – for all of us.
I had an interesting response today while reading SARK’s Great Life Letter #16 which addresses the issue of self-forgiveness. As I was reading her letter I felt myself tearing up and becoming emotional (verkplempt is a great Yiddish word for this experience). Looking at these cards today I can see how they fit in with this theme too.
The Secret Forest 3 of Pentacles reversed shows a small bird surrounded by a vine of leaves or a wreath extending from branches on a nearby tree. It looks like the bird has quite a task before it to break free of the vine/wreath. I think this card symbolizes where I am right now – I’m a damaged, wounded bird who isn’t sure how to get free of the harsh self-judgment that surrounds me. For so long I’ve looked at self-help books that focused on healing from the harsh words of others but my biggest challenge is my tendency towards being judgmental. I find it hard to forgive myself when I screw up because it means I’m human – flawed and imperfect. That’s often difficult for me to accept.
This is further complicated by the fact that, much like the Knight of Wands, I prefer to charge ahead, to do rather than to be introspective about things. Why spend time reflecting on the wounds of the past when they can’t be changed? Why keep going over the same ground when the battle is done?
That can only carry me forward for so long. My self-defenses are pretty strong but not against myself. I’m my own Trojan horse. I’ve set booby traps in my psyche and they explode at unexpected moments. Why is it so hard for me to forgive myself? To be as kind to myself as I might be to someone else? Or (to paraphrase a Catholic prayer) “forgive me my trespasses as I forgive those who trespass against me”. That’s easier said than done but I have taken some baby steps in the right direction and I’ll continue to do so. That wounded bird does still need some protection to survive the harshness in the world but soon she’ll grow strong, spread her wings and fly to the sky.
As soon as I saw this card appear I knew that the answer is “my father” or rather the part of me that behaves as my father did. His alcoholism, emotionally scarred and scarring behaviors, his wounded inner psyche, all combined to make him someone who caused damage because of his need to be loved and his fear that no one really did love him. He had a wounded heart that never healed so he medicated it with alcohol and drugs.
I have a wounded heart that I medicate with food and sweets. Initially these behaviors might not seem as damaging and destructive as my father’s but when one adds in the fact that I have Type II diabetes, these behaviors become very self-destructive indeed. I have often wondered if I have a death wish. Not something conscious which would drive me to commit suicide but a quiet, deeply ingrained sense of worthlessness that makes me feel my death would end my suffering and cause no major ripples in the world. I don’t to believe this is true but I guess on some level it is human nature to feel this way.
This situation is also complicated by the relationship I had with my father and the fact that many of the emotional scars I bear are the result of his behavior towards him. The sexual molestation and physical abuse left me feeling worthless but defiant. I might bend to his will because he was bigger and stronger than me but I would never give in and become my mother. I refused to subsume my personality to his in order to avoid beatings. That is not who I am nor is it who I want to be. Beatings only tend to make me more determined, defiant and angry.
And yet, by continuing to behave in ways that damage my health and may ultimately threaten my life, I am subsuming myself to him. I’ve given him mastery and control over my emotions and self-worth. I’m accepting and embracing his self-destructive behaviors as though they are my own. They are not. I want to live (no matter how much of a struggle that might be). I want to have healthy, loving and supportive relationships in my life and I won’t compromise or sell myself short in order to get them. I am not a coward nor am I weak. I can overcome this. I cam beat this emotional inner demon just like I overcame many of the other challenges in my life. In fact if my life were a movie right now Helen Reddy’s classic 70s feminist anthem “I Am Woman” would begin swelling up right about now. As she sang, “Oh yes I am wise, but it’s wisdom born of pain. Yes, I’ve paid the price but look how much I gained. If I have to, I can do anything.” That pretty much says it all.
Liberation is how Arnell Ando titled this card in the Transformational Tarot. It’s Awakening in the Gaian Tarot. Both seem so appropriate to the transformation I’ve been experiencing lately. I do feel as though I’ve come back into the light after a long time in the dark. I’ve been freed, changed and re-born. I really do feel like dancing in the sunlight (which is ironic considering how cloudy it’s been for the last few days).
I’m not sure where this is going and I don’t know how long it will take but it’s given me a sense of hope and lightness that I’ve been missing in my life. I actually feel lighter – spiritually and emotionally. It’s as if I finally let go of baggage that has been weighing me down for years; baggage I didn’t realize I had. It’s wonderful and scary at the same time. I’m still not sure how to handle it. I’m like someone who has been in dark for so long that it takes a while to adjust to the light. The temporary blindness is frustrating but I know it will soon clear.
Healing is a scary process and I guess it’s not for the faint of heart. Picking at wounds that have been scabbed over for years hurts but ultimately frees up the wounded area to continue healing. Sometimes scars are left behind but in the end it was a necessary part of the healing process. That’s how I feel right now – I may be a bit scarred and scabbed but I’m healing. That gives me hope and makes me feel rejuvenated and cleansed. It’s such an odd feeling that I’m not sure how to handle it just yet. It’s the continuation of a journey that is not close to its end just yet.
Hmm, The Hermit. This is a card with which I am not very well acquainted. As I’ve often joked, introspection is not one of my better skills and that certainly seems to be one of the meanings of this card. In fact it is called Introspection in the Transformational Tarot. This is one of those cards that I have a relatively neutral attitude towards. I appreciate the benefits of solitude and introspection. I can also understand that the Hermit is also able to bring back these gifts to help others find their way through the darkness. Who knows, maybe whatever insights I gain from my introspection might help others as well.
This card really ties in beautifully with some other messages I’ve received from the Tarot lately. My first epiphany was when I realized that at the core of some of my issues is not self-esteem (I’m sure I have some self-esteem issues, but then again who doesn’t). My issues stem from trust. I didn’t realize this until I was reviewing some of the questions Sasha Graham asks in her 10 of Swords exercise in Tarot Diva. The questions revolved around negative images we developed based on things people have said to us over the years (“you’re too fat”, “too ugly”, etc.). As I was reading the questions I realized that I can’t point to a specific incidence of that type of insult that stuck in my psyche. It wasn’t resonating with me.
As I pondered this a bit further I realized that most of the experiences in my life that caused damage to my psyche were the result of people praising me with an ulterior motive, their own agenda. I could often sense the resentment or envy underlying the compliment and it bothered me. I began to mistrust any positive feedback I got from people because I began to assume that there was something mean-spirited or negative underlying it. For example I had a friend in school who would always ask what score I had gotten on a test or on my report card. If my grades were better than hers, she would be envious. In various ways I experienced situations where older men would flatter me, calling me beautiful or sexy or whatever and then hit on me. At the time I was about 15 and although I found such attentions flattering I was in o way emotionally able to handle them.
I think The Hermit is going to be my guide to look within myself and help me decide how to process this new insight and where to go with it. It’s interesting that I haven’t realize this before. Something just clicked in my brain when I realized this fact. It also explains why I have a low tolerance for hypocrisy or lying. Honesty is a huge issue for me. In fact sometimes it’s a real problem because even marketing (which smacks a bit of lying to me) can become a problem for me. It makes so much sense why I’ve always felt an affinity for the Queen of Swords and Swords suit in general. To me they have always represented cutting through the bullshit; getting to the truth of the matter. My aversion to Cups is the result of the fact that people claimed to love me while abusing me in some way. I’m a bit of a slow learner (possibly because I’ve avoided introspection) but not that I realize it, I know myself well enough to know I will continue poking at this sore spot until I let all the pus and gore out. Then the healing can begin and ultimately I think that’s what this is about for me – healing.