10 November 18: The Emperor & Queen of Cups

Father/Daughter love. The Emperor is the patriarch and the quintessential Father figure of the Tarot and associated with the suit of Fire, specifically Aries. He represents authority in its many forms, and, upright, makes and enforces the rules for our own good. He’s wise. He’s experienced. He must know everything ’cause he’s Dad, and of course an essential figure in our lives. DNA is DNA.

The Queen of Cups, she of the psychic, sensitive, emotional suit of water (Pisces/Cancer/Scorpio) is openly emotional – she tears up at the drop of a hat – receptive, and sometimes a little naive, that’s why this older man likes her. This combination can mean an older man – younger woman relationship – her childlike naivety is part of the appeal, and makes this aging Emperor feel like a young man again. He’s her Sugardaddy. (Last paragraph dedicated to the late Hugh Hefner.)

Forgive me if you’ve heard this one before but I feel like someone could be encouraged by this today.

My Athiest  Harley-riding, hard-working, hard-partying Father (“God doesn’t put food on this table, I do.”) grew pensive in his last years even before he was diagnosed with bladder cancer. “How do you know” he’d said, “there’s anything after this?”

“Because you’ll tell me when you get there.” I’d said matter of factly as we ate Italian and drank wine at his dining-room table.

He went quick, refusing chemo and dying as he always said he would, in his damn Levi’s.

Some days later, I’d be typing away around midnight and I’d hear the microwave go off in the next room. I didn’t think anything of it, it was just a couple of random beeps. The same thing happened the next night, and again I was so into whatever I was doing I didn’t really think about it. But when it happened again the next night, it finally occurred to me that someone was trying to tell me something. I got up and went in to look at the microwave.

Very slowly, as if a child were learning to work the numbers on the keypad, the digital display spelled out ‘1-1—-11’. Awkwardly, hesitantly. I stood in front of it and watched as the display went black, and then again, this time a little more confident, a little quicker, the bright white numbers in the dark room:

11:11 11:11 11:11 11:11

Finally realizing I was receiving some kind of message, I Googled 11:11 and those of you who know, know. It’s a love thing, an eternal thing, and believe it or not it’s easier for love to be when and where it belongs when it’s needed when it’s not trapped in a meatsuit.


High five, Dad, now you know.


Oh yes – and we have an issue with the “G” word. Please use Spirit or Presence. You love someone’s Spirit or Presence, that sounds nice, but ‘ghosting’ someone, well, that’s not a nice term, is it? No. It’s not their fault we’re not listening.

We thank you, my Father and I.


8 November 18: The High Priestess, reversed

Something’s not quite right. That may be true, but it could also be that your own spidey-sense needs a tuneup.

We recently explored this card of all things ruled by the feminine Moon, The ‘Female Pope’ or The High Priestess, knower and keeper of secrets. She is serene as she sits on her throne in a deep meditative state. This is the card of feminine intuition and all the mysteries of the subconscious. Use your instincts, she says, or did she? Her mouth never moved.  She’s telepathic like that. This moody, changeable Goddess of the Moon lives in the space between light and the dark, the conscious and the subconscious. Between What is Known, and What is Unknown.

Reversed, she’s gently alerting us (again, doesn’t need to say a word) that we may not be on our game as far as our ‘gut feelings’ are concerned, or that we simply don’t have all the facts we need in order to make a decision or choice today. Information is being withheld, possibly by or involving a woman, but certainly doesn’t have to be. She’s not a very reliable source of information in this position – rather a source of gossip or slander, in which case we should always hear and believe it straight from the horses’ mouth (“you won’t hear it from mine!” says my horse, although I just did. Or did I?) and not act, opine or comment on hearsay. Inadmissible, your honor. But I did not have all the facts.

Upright, this card calls for meditation, stillness, contemplation and listening to the inner voice, and feels like all things watery, mysterious and ruled by the moon. Cancer, Pisces and Scorpio are members of this club, but we all have a whole lot of water sloshing around in us, so we’re all affected somehow somewhere in our astrological makeup.

Reversed, our ‘inner voice’ isn’t as sharp or reliable as usual.  We must formulate answers based more on hard facts, x-rays and research. Movement is needed and action is called for. Secrets are revealed. Something is hidden and will be or needs to be uncovered and exposed. This card reversed for females could mean extreme mood swings resulting from hormonal imbalance. She can mean fertility problems or a difficult birth. She can warn of mental health issues from unknown causes. Is your doctor missing something?

The High Priestess reversed is not asking, but telling us we’re going to have to work a little harder to uncover the truth of a matter if we really want to know. We may have to ‘come clean’ about something ourselves, or about ourselves.

Take everything with a grain of salt, I heard her say.

Or did I?



31 October 18: Ace of Cups reversed & Eight of Swords

Emotionally unavailable. Or, someone is withholding affection. These two do not belong together at all, it’s a pretty uncomfortable picture…love wants to happen for someone, but it can’t.

The intellectual Swords are of the suit of Air (Libra/Gemini/Aquarius) and solely of the mind.  They like logic and reason. Cold, hard facts.  The emotional Cups are our human hearts, all soft and squishy and soppy and messy representing the deep, emotional watery suits of Cancer, Pisces and Scorpio. This would be such a different picture if I were to just get up and move to the other side of the table! The thing to do is to get these cards both to flip over, that would be progress.

The Eight of Swords is the ‘victim’ card. A blindfolded human stands in the center of a temporary ‘jail’ she’s created for herself from 8 long swords stuck into the ground around her in the shape of a circle. She is the only lonely, solitary human on this card, no one seems to be around to have helped her. She is loosely bound with ropes, why does she not escape? What’s her problem?

The Ace of Hearts is our cup overflowing. The offer of or beginning of a new love. A full heart. Hovering just outside the ‘jail bars’ is this glowing cup. Reversed, the contents drain away, wasted. Interesting to me visually are the streams that flow from the cup on this card from the Morgan-Greer deck: reversed, the straight, flowing streams also seem to form ‘prison bars’. Good Lord what the hell is the problem here? A perfectly fine-looking human with obvious passions of her own as we can see from the bright-red low cut dress she is wearing is prevented for reasons unknown to us from being ‘free’.  There is love, but she doesn’t see it or doesn’t want to. That’s a big-ass cup, too, a huge, overfilled golden goblet. It won’t fit through the prison bars, she has to come out to get it. Why is she fighting this? Behind her on a mountain looking down at this silly scene is a rather imposing, dark, Gotham-style city or castle, or even a real prison. The one she’s in now is all in her mind – a temporary structure at best. It is not meant to protect her from anything, and certainly won’t from her own mind and heart.

Has she broken away from this dark place physically but not yet mentally?

I have no time for this victim mentality. I’m turning them over.

There. See? Now the ropes have fallen off, the blindfold has fallen away, the swords are dislodged from the sand. She is free to go. The  SkyHand of the Tarot emerges from the clouds and hands her the upright glorious golden flowing cup as a beautiful white dove hovers overhead.

My work is done here.


This Ace is pure love waiting to be ‘born’, possibly even literally, requiring some restrictions on Mom, who may have even been prescribed enforced bedrest whether she likes it or not.


25 October 18: Ace of Cups

Pure love. The start of something beautiful. Little tiny seeds have huge, massive trees in them something I still consider a miracle, having spent the entire summer planting trees. This perfect, gorgeous Ace-seed is one of my favorite cards in any deck visually, a beautiful white dove hovers over an ornate goblet which gushes forth pure, clear water over a blue lake offered to us by who else? The Notorious Divine Skyhand of the Tarot, extending to us the overflowing cup from a bank of bluish clouds. The sky is blue, the water blue, even the dove is tinged blue, the color of dreams. The Skyhand is the gift from the Divine, it is up to us to ‘grow the seed’ or not. Cups in the Tarot are hearts, emotions, love, creativity. This joyous card can announce a pregnancy or birth, or the beginning of a relationship. There is a beautiful pink and yellow lotus blossom in full bloom rising from the water on a green lily-pad. There is a spent, empty pod, and a new tight bud that hasn’t bloomed yet. The lotus is a symbol of purity, rising from its place in the mud to shine beautifully. Opening at dawn and closing at night, the Lotus is also a symbol of light, and from the depths of the center of the cup is a strange, soft golden glow. It really is a beautiful card.

5 streams of water overflow from the cup, 1 represents the divine inspiration and 4 made real by a human with arms and legs, 4 being the first number of earthly Matter. This love is real.

If you’re not making a baby, you should make something. This could be a creative idea you’re ‘putting all your love’ into. A new love, and your heart-cup is overflowing.

Or if you got a nice touch of food poisoning like I did last night and are as dehydrated as a piece of beef jerky – and I was warned! 6th house health action, stay away from bad food! But no! I had to have nachos with everything – I paid for it. Refilling my poor sick cup with a lot of fresh, clean water is the order of the day. Someone even sent me an e-mail recently saying  to drink a lot of water which was a bit out of left field but thank you. I am doing exactly that.




17 October 18: Queen of Cups, reversed

“It’s hard to love her when she’s like this.”

“Oh no. What is it now?”

This lovely blonde Queen of Water (Cancer/Pisces/Scorpio) is dressed in dream-blue and wears an eccentric and lovely crown of seashells and pearls – probably created especially for her by one of her famous artist friends – and holds her soup-bowl sized cup with both delicate, pale hands. She stands by the sea in front of a giant white seashell. It’s like when you hold a seashell up to your ear and listen for the sound of the sea: this psychic Queen is well in tune with the mysteries of the deep and beyond. That shell is huge and it looks loud (Morgan-Greer deck). Turn it down.

This is the poetic dreamer, in love with love. She’s the beloved mother, sister, wife. Upright, she’s artistic, psychic, spiritual, imaginative, has natural talent for fine art and dance, but isn’t very confident and can be delicate in both body and mind. She’s a very romantic and emotional Queen, easily moved to tears and feels deeply others’ pain and suffering.

Reversed, she’s all over the place. Emotional instability, addictions, drama and more drama. Questionable morality and manipulative, passive-aggressive tendencies.

Or is she an empath:

Empath (chiefly in science fiction) a person with the paranormal ability to apprehend the mental or emotional state of another individual.

Doesn’t sound, or seem, so ‘paranormal’ to me, ask any mother with a child in pain. These people often show up in the form of what we call ‘people pleasers’. This Queen is one, probably because she suffered some kind of emotional damage in the past. The problem is that you can’t please everyone, and there are people certainly not worth the effort.  She may be ‘shutting down’ emotionally altogether, probably with the help of alcohol or drugs. She doesn’t want to hear what her own intuition is telling her. She looks around the party and realizes she doesn’t even like these people.

The ‘I’m a victim’ thing is getting old. You’re a grown-ass Queen, act like one.




16 October 18 Four of Cups

Letting life go by. On this frustrating card of the Minor Arcana we usually see a human sitting cross-legged under a tree, arms folded, not going anyware. Leave me alone.

He or she seems to be lost in thought, not even looking up to notice, acknowledge or accept an offer from the notorious Skyhand of the Tarot a beautiful, big, shiny, gold goblet. Cups in the Tarot are always full o’love, but he already has 3 cups sitting on the ground before him, untouched, contents evaporated and wasted. Why our human is not currently participating in life is a bit of a mystery.

Has he been so disillusioned with love that he no longer want anything to do with it? They’re all starting to look alike to him. These women – I mean, these cups. They’re all the same. They’ll never be another one like_______________.

I’m even sick of myself. 

He must meditate on this.

I do prefer the Morgan-Greer image of a human so lost in their own world he or she is oblivious to the green vines that have been slowly growing over them. We only see a bit of face peeking out, they’ve been sitting there so long.

On this card, the stability of the 4 has calcified into emotional numbness and apathy. The contents of the cups – representing the emotional suit of Water (Pisces/Cancer/Scorpio) -stagnate and sour before him.

How can he or she choose to be so disconnected? Why?

How could I have wasted/why am I wasting my life in/on this/that last relationship/job? 

Sooner or later, we hope, he’ll get up and dust his ass off and move on to the 5, where he’ll cry a little over ‘spilled milk’ and at least realize he can no longer live this way, and although I think the word is overused and misused, healing can begin.

That next offer may be the One, but if he doesn’t make some kind of move that ivy will finally close over him and, well, out of sight, out of mind.

Don’t bother asking him/her, they won’t come anyway.

I’m sorry for this person, but life has much to offer.

He may someday wish he hadn’t refused those cups.



8 October 18: Nine of Cups, reversed

Something’s missing. This number 9 of the Minor Arcana is famously referred to as ‘The Wish Card’ which we’ve seen rather recently. Of the suit of Cups,(Pisces/Cancer/Scorpio) this card addresses our emotional state, our deep content or discontent. The blood boils, the blood freezes. Liquid.

Upright, we see our smiling, jolly host in front of his banquet table or bar, 9 gold goblets already full and waiting for guests. It’s a celebration, a long-held wish has come true, and when that happens for us we want to spread the love. Drinks on me, he says, and the party’s on. The number 9 is completion. This human does indeed feel complete and content, accomplished and successful. One of the best cards in the deck.

Reversed: did you not hear me? The party’s over. The overturned cups are scattered all over the floor, the well satiated guests are all gone and our host looks around the empty room and feels a pang of loneliness. Everything he wanted, yes. Everything he’d dreamed of, yes. He’s been celebrated, toasted, complimented and admired. but something’s missing.

Is that all there is?

Or: the blissful energy of this card is being blocked for some reason, there still is some obstacle to your getting what you want. It doesn’t mean it’s not going to happen, just not right now.

The 9 of Cups in this position can mean greed and overindulgence, someone who wants ‘more, more more’. The red-cheeked human of this card o’ plenty obviously has enough, and although we can’t see all of him he could stand to lose 20 or 50 pounds. He has a fancy red feathered cap and is dressed well. He has everything he ever wanted. He’s accomplished everything he set out to do.

So why does he still feel like something’s missing?


“In the United States we think we have at our disposal virtually everything—and I emphasize the word “think.” We have big houses and cars, good medical treatment, jets, trains and monorails; we have computers, good communications, many comforts and conveniences. But where have they gotten us? We have an abundance of material things, but a successful society produces happy people, and I think we produce more miserable people than almost anyplace on earth. I’ve traveled all over the world, and I’ve never seen people who are quite as unhappy as they are in the United States. We have plenty, but we have nothing, and we always want more. In the pursuit of material success as our culture measures it, we have given up everything. We have lost the capacity to produce people who are joyful. The pursuit of the material has become our reason for living, not enjoyment of living itself.”
Marlon Brando, Songs My Mother Taught Me