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An impromptu party
Let’s invite new people to the table. You got to roll the dice to win. Boom. Was it wine or lightening that lit up the tree? In the large scheme of things you are famous – irreplaceable and indispensable – so have another drink on the house!
Friends of the whales
To help our whale friends (and because we could) we messed with the whalers and fooled them.
We appeared as a bolt from the blue and outsmarted them, we cut their virtual nets and got out intact.
Together, as a team, we taunted them, drove them mad and thus we threw magic seeds into their souls, on a good soil.
Eye rhymes
One of my favorite things in Tarot, especially Tarot de Marseille and similar, is “eye rhymes” – a kind of moving poetry in flowing images where one can follow similarities (“rhymes”), fill in the blanks with context and see the story unfold. Each time one looks one can see a different story. Is it past and future meeting in the present as two rivers meet in the ocean? Is it getting out of the shell and braving genuine direct experience to turn your world upside down? Is it a birth? A lifetime?
Or is it a COVID released by animals to turn everything on its head and suspend us in midair, inviting us to take a look at our world and ourselves in it??? That would be a remarkable story to tell in 9/12/2019 when I pulled the cards. That was when I took a class with Enrique Enriquez – a brilliant tarot reader, master teacher and an amazing genuine poet.
I had so much fun just pulling cards and reading, my baby moves and his fluid play. To protect my fragile ego I told myself that this method shall be secondary for me, perhaps to stretch my limits, a practice of sorts. What I didn’t know was that a curious seed was planted. My “upside down” side got the spotlight it was longing for. That too can be a plot in these three cards posted exactly a year ago.
Golden Flower
A golden flower has nine lives. Cut eight times it grows back even stronger. But the ninth time is the charm – it turns into an elixir of life.
New life begins, filled with meaningful choices and wholesome integrity. Hail the King, the ruler with soul that inspires just deeds.
Tarot by Jean Noblet
Our collective knowledge and way of life came under attack. We had to protect it and we engraved it in this one golden deck. We kept the magic close.
As our people were considered traitors and persecuted, we had to be quick on our feet, ready for any surprises.
Unsuspecting rulers allowed this to go on and multiply, but it was never what it seemed on the surface. Though deduced to the bare bone, the tradition was saved, thanks to the divine protection.
Dentist
No one likes to visit a dentist – strapped to a chair, instruments poking in your mouth for eternity, water running down your throat.
The world looks upside down, and the wisdom teeth are silent.
But then the problem is fixed, you get back on your unsteady feet… feeling in one piece again… strangely peaceful, as the glorious being you are.
The Wheel
One is born with a number,
Faithfully following their lot year after year, as designed.
Till a subtle longing grows into a presence, a new awareness.
And, no longer a caged bird, one can actually cut the branch they were standing on.
Communion
To my mom
From the Variety show of life we choose a topic to explore, my mom and I. We pull the cards, as we would draw swords, freeing the bird. We watch it fly and follow the signs.
Card after card, spread after spread spins new challenges which we hit out of the ballpark. I always enjoy our communion.
Tarotoria 