The Hanged Man. Why had he tied himself up there, away from everyone and everything?
I say ‘had’ because today we have this Zen card of retreat and meditation in the past position. This human quietly and peacefully hangs from a rope tied around one ankle in a beautiful cirque-de-soleil yoga-like pose, looking resigned yet not uncomfortable. He or she always reminds me of Edgar Cayce, the American ‘sleeping prophet’ as they called him, who put himself into a semi-sleep state (you know, that weird in between zone) during which time he would receive his solutions and remedies – he correctly diagnosed thousands of illnesses during these sessions, dictating to his secretary what was being dictated to him from, as he called it, the Source. It is difficult to hear the Source down there in traffic, says the Hanged Man, no one will see me up here. The world has to turn. Caterpillars can’t fly, all they can do is hang there and think of all the gorgeous vacation spots they’re going to visit when that magic moment comes and their new wings spread out, flutter and soar.
Inspired, and having contemplated, meditated and slept on it (his eyes are open, but my horse sleeps with her eyes open, too), and having been forced to and having had time and space to consider things from a rather unusual angle and from a higher place in himself, he or she, like Dorothy who is cited so often in these musings, has the epiphany of realizing that they ‘had the power all along’.
The Magician is in the present position, and #1 of the Major Arcana, contemplating his next creation. I have before me 4 aces, he says, and so he does. A coin, a cup, a sword, a staff. In a secret garden protected by stone walls he works behind the scenes, wand raised to the sky as if ready to conduct lightning. #1 of course, is the beginning, as is 1+0=10=1, and the card in the future position, the ‘happily ever after’ card, is the 10 of Cups. If love is a cocktail you are about to be over served.
2 humans hold up a single golden cup into which a rainbow is marvelously pouring itself into from the sky. 9 more are floating down ready to settle – on a beautiful bit of green land by a calm body of water. Deep satisfaction and contentment, who are these people, possibly even a marriage or same sex marriage away from prying eyes. We can see their uplifted arms and entwined hands around their shared cup but we don’t see the rest of them.
This is saying that, he or she has realized how important, how crucial someone else, or others, is or are to your own emotional fulfillment, The Hanged Man has become the beautiful butterfly that seem to exist only to inspire us with their delicate, psychedelic, otherworldly beauty. The caterpillars stretch their little green necks to the sky and watch in awe.
But if a butterfly is not seen is it still beautiful? I have no idea. But if 10 people are standing there watching a cloud of monarchs rise up into the sky, they’ll all agree it’s a beautiful, magic moment. We are all inspired. But Quicksilver Mercury rules the Magician, and so the moment has come and gone.
I never looked at it that way, said the Hanged Man. If I could do it all over again, I’d have different priorities, as in love. Now that I finally know myself, he or she says, I am able to ‘find my true tribe’.
They may not be who you thought they were, my little butterfly.