4 December 18: The Pope & Eight of Swords

Death. Plain and simple. I immediately checked and was still alive and assuming  you who are reading or listening to this are as well, congratulations to us all. I Googled the news and of course the US news is all about the passing of and the memorials for former President George H.W. Bush, so I’ll assume (hopefully) that’s what this is about today. ‘The Heirophant’ is the ‘official’ name of this card, and he’s definitely representing all things official. The highest orders, religious and otherwise, institutions and organizations and the establishment in general are all represented by this unyielding, dogmatic card, which, now that we have that interpretation out of the way, has of course  at least a few other interpretations. The scary calaveras and grim reapers on the actual Death card in the Tarot don’t mean physical Death as much as profound and inevitable and necessary transformation, endings, change and rebirth.

The restricted, disabled – another literal meaning of this pair – woman on the 8 of Swords (Libra/Aquarius/Gemini) is tied up and surrounded by a makeshift ‘jail’ of 8 swords stuck in the ground around her. This is most often a card of ‘self-imprisonment’ or having a ‘victim’ mentality, since it seems to us she can slip away through the ‘jail bars’ any time she wants but in this case there can be very physical, real reasons why someone is restricted in some way, even a hospitalization for some reason, possibly mental. Conventional procedures and methods will be prescribed and employed. Serious stuff. This could even be holiday services or in-house religious events for patients or prisoners.

This is being willingly bound by convention. Not wishing to marry or associate with anyone outside your own faith or family or work, or very strict policies and codes imposed by your religion, beliefs or the establishment you work for. You represent the ‘brand’ and can’t or shouldn’t be seen with certain people or doing certain things.

Blind faith.

It must be mentioned that this Pope is upright, and seems to be the man of Faith that he professes to be.  I’d like to think there are a few good ones out there. This is a human that has chosen a conventional, conservative path and does not stray from it. ‘The Prisoner’ wears a low-cut crimson dress under those ropes that bind her, keeping her passions in check. They’re so poorly tied it looks like she did it herself – she did. That’s the point. God forbid she should ‘cut loose’, the presence of the Pope assures us that ‘God’ may very well and often does Forbid.  Holy Christmas, Father, ’tis the season to be jolly, for Christ’s sake!

This could be about the ‘restrictions’ imposed by the concept of traditional marriage. Blindfolded, she’s obviously not even looking at anyone else and takes her vows seriously, finding comfort and safety in the ‘confines’ of the institution.

To a pig, a poke is not a prison, but a home.

The Holiday services are represented here and a lot of people feel restricted by the obligatory rituals and traditions, of course – that ‘bound by convention’ thing.

But it looks like she did dress up for it, which is nice.

Reminds me of my New Orleans mentor who, well into old age and immobile, never failed to put her lipstick on ever day. She was religious about it.

 

 

 

18 October 18: Eight of Swords, reversed

Free your mind, and the rest will follow.  This angst-ridden card of self-limitation is an interesting draw after yesterday’s, and I’m actually glad to see it today in reverse.

This sharp card of Air (Gemini/Libra/Aquarius) is described ad nauseam in the WordPress archives and the image is uncomfortable: a human stands on a deserted shore, eight swords stuck in the sand in a circle shape around her forming ‘prison bars’ that are spaced far enough apart that she could certainly squeeze out if she wanted to. She is also loosely bound with ropes that she could easily slip out of. But the blindfold she wears tells us she isn’t even looking for a way out of this situation. Why not? Is it that hopeless?

Some people are more comfortable with the ‘devil they know’ than the ‘devil they don’t’. The job is shitty, but at least it’s a job. This relationship is shitty, but at least I’m not alone (even though she looks pretty lonely to us). I hate living here, but where else is there to go? Well you’ll never know, lady, if you don’t take the blindfold off and look.

Yesterday’s beautiful and talented but reversed Queen of Cups showed us someone who has everything going for her but is limited by her insecurity, emotional instability, laziness and behavior. I dedicate this morning’s card and x-tra large Circle K cup of Organic Dark Roast Mexico to her.

Reversed, the swords as prison bars have fallen away. The blindfold has fallen off, and the ropes drop.  She realizes now there never were any ‘prison bars’ except those of her own making in her own mind. She was blind to the opportunities all around her. This is no easy thing for our human, all this freedom. The Number 8 means she’s ‘had the power all along’.

It’s possible, of course, that this is a release from some kind of physical restriction or bondage, even a hospital stay involving some physical therapy of some kind, or an actual release from prison or jail.

Either way, this is an important and welcome message. Subconsciously or consciously, most of the time, we impose our own restrictions on ourselves, and only we can ‘break ourselves out’.

The good news is you have the power.

 

 

 

 

 

 

19 September 18: Nine of Cups & Eight of Swords

Schadenfreude. Who needs a word like that first thing in the morning is all I have to say. What a strange pair this is. The joyful, celebratory 9 of Cups is of the suit of Water (Pisces/Cancer/Scorpio) and 9 is a number of completion. There is a lengthy description of this jolly card in the WordPress archives: the traditional image is that of a rosy-cheeked inkeeper sitting before a long table set with 9 goblets of wine ready to welcome guests. This is often called “The Wish Card” and this human certainly looks as if his has been granted, whatever it is. But there’s something off today as he crosses his arms contentedly – bringing to mind another phrase I’ve seen used to describe this card: the Cat Who Ate The Canary. Now that I look, that contented smile on his face looks a bit smirky this morning, his pink cheeks not so much jolly as ruddy, red and flushed.

This card came up rather recently and as I recall, the message was “careful what you wish for”.

The downright weird 8 of Swords (Air: Gemini/Libra/Aquarius) is is more often than not a card of self-imprisonment. A woman stands on a bleak, desolate shore blindfolded and loosely tied up in a ‘cage’ made up of 8 tall swords stuck in the sand in the shape of a circle around her, a sort of a makeshift jail. But this card can mean actual prison, and today I’m feeling it does.

Is the 8 taking the fall for the 9?

It’s an uncomfortable picture and gives me an uncomfortable feeling. Fat Ass isn’t just happy about this, he’s madly happy about it, wearing a bright red party hat with a feather in it – ‘a feather in his cap’.

The German word means ‘taking pleasure in other’s misfortune’ and it’s not a good look on anyone.

 

 

4 September 18: 8 of Swords & Ace of Coins

Don’t settle. We’re in real-time today. After drawing a couple cards and getting my coffee thing together I started receiving a stream of texts from a friend who is in one mother of a shitty divorce with a tweaker who needs time on ice or a beatdown or both. Not her, him.

The Eight of Swords (by this time, I think every card is described in the archives somewhere, but like little actors their roles are somewhat changeable depending on the movie and who else is in it) is a picture of a woman standing on a desolate beach, blindfolded. She is bound in ropes, but loosely bound, and we can see that she could just drop them if she wanted to and we wonder why she doesn’t. Stuck in the sand are 8 swords that form a circle around her, forming sort of a cage. This is commonly known as a ‘jail card’ and can literally mean jail, but more often this is a card of self-imprisonment or self-imposed restriction, a prison of your own making in your own mind (swords = air = Libra/Gemini/Aquarius). No one is restricting her, the ropes are loose. Her gown is red, the color of passion, here restrained. Part of her crimson dress is blowing through the ‘prison bars’ as if wanting to break free, yet she does not. When this card comes up we have to consider where we’re holding ourselves back and why.

Ah, but the second card, the glorious Ace of Coins, being an Ace, announces an offer of a new beginning. Coins are of the Earth (Virgo/Taurus/Capricorn) and refer to the material world in general. We’re talking serious ‘abundance’ here, all the riches this planet has to offer. The huge, shiny gold coin is being offered to our blindfolded friend from a bank of white clouds from which a giant hand extends to present us with a pizza-sized gold disc.  No limit here, this is the jackpot.

This card could be the offer of a lifetime, basically, and can even be a ring.  So now we know what she’s been ‘holding out’ for. She deserves the best, she knows it, she waited for it, and here it is.

She/he didn’t settle, and it will have been worth it. Timing is everything, it’s Virgo/Libra season.

Maybe she’s on strike, and got what she wanted.

Or: is it right in front of her and she’s so ‘trapped’ in her own mind she doesn’t see it, and the Skyhand, facing away from her, may be about to give it to someone else?

 

5 July 18: Eight of Swords

False imprisonment. What a strange way to read this card. This is a ‘jail’ card, but generally speaking only if surrounding cards would support literal ‘jail’ (Justice, Judgement, or a lawyer card, for example) in a reading.

This card of the suit of Air (Libra, Aquarius, Gemini) speaks of imprisonment and restriction. Most of the time it is a ‘prison of our own making’ (again, previously written about in the archives).

‘Air’ in the Tarot is sharp and clean, like the metal of the Swords. What we need is a sharp, clean, clear mind. On this card, the Swords are loosely stuck into the ground in a circle around a blindfolded woman who stands in the center. That’s not what Swords are for..they’re made for action. She is tied up, but there are no knots, and she could easily slip out of her ropes if she tried. The swords that surround her are spaced widely enough apart for her to squeeze out in between them, yet she doesn’t. We see a castle or city behind her in the distance, but not so far away that she can’t get to it.

The mighty number 8 gives her the power and strength to do whatever she/he wants. As a matter of fact, she obviously built her ‘prison’ herself, because the beach where she stands is windblown and desolate, not another soul in sight. She wears a red gown (red = passion) which is being blown and wind-whipped, a bit of her hem even blowing out from between her prison ‘bars’ as if his/her passions are straining to ‘break free’ (Morgan-Greer).

So, we know this is a ‘prison’ of one’s own making.

We know someone is ‘holding themselves hostage’ for some reason.

The question is why. 

This is not a ‘safe’ place. As easily as she can get out, someone else can get in.

Her head.

 

This card also makes me want to look into how August (8th month) will be affecting Air signs (Libra cusp here) and possible areas of restriction –  it’s monsoon season and yes, There Will Be Wind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

13 May 18: Eight of Swords/Air

Onward. I squealed a bit when I drew this card this morning…someone got the message, is what I heard, and when I went to log on, I had no internet.

Don’t know what happened but it was a lovely Sunday, and I love the way the cards speak so clearly and so obviously and so simply sometimes.

This card reversed also does talk about ‘backing up’ computer files, etc., and I sort of focused on other aspects yesterday, but there you go, that’s what happens. I tweaked something on ICLOUD and started up this morning and everything but the Declaration of Independence was on my desktop sending me into a state of being completely overwhelmed.

Breathing deeply and calmly, I worked through to the ‘make this shit go away’ box, ticked it, and it was gone.

Heavy exhale. Cloudy McCloud of the Air just lifted all those icons right on up and out of my face. Clean, peaceful, leaf-green screen. Aaaaah.

 

 

Time offline to delete, delete, delete and ‘dump’ and not look back.

 

 

#baggage comes in many forms.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

17 April 18: The Chariot / 8 of Swords

Help is on the way. That is the only thing I’d written after drawing these cards awhile ago this morning, but then realized…

I had no coffee.

What do I do? I’ve already drawn the cards and have already started writing and NOW what do I do? Oh no I’ll never be able to finish this now because all I’ll be thinking about is if I can wring another cup out of the grounds that are left in the pot. Should I go get it now, or should I wait? I can’t wait. Crap. it’ll take forever if I go out now.

See? That Eight of Swords is a card of imprisonment. The image on the card is that of a woman, blindfolded, surrounded by what looks like a ‘jail’ of 8 swords stuck in the ground all around her, like prison bars. But they’re not. She can’t see, or doesn’t want to see, that she is free to move, run, leave, and come and go as she pleases.

The Chariot is forward movement, taking control. The driver of the Chariot holds the reins firmly, bringing the two horses who seem to threaten to run off in different directions together in sync to pull the ornate vehicle.  This is making an effort, making a move, a journey, an actual escape. Determination. Perseverance.

This is help on the way – or you’re finally determined to ‘break out’ of your own self-imposed ‘prison’.

What’s the big deal? Jump in the car and go get coffee already.

So I did, came back, here I am.

Break your own rules once in awhile.

 

PS:  This could be emergency vehicles and rescue, even a dog team, out to find those stranded in snow or weather.

Help is on the way.