Sunday, May 28, 2017

Good morning and Welcome! to The Fool’s Tarot for 28May2017. The deck today is one of my very favorites that often shows up here, *The Rosetta Tarot* by M. M. Meleen. Have no fear, I’m not going to start the insensate hyperbole I usually employ for Ms. Meleen’s decks; you already know I’m a fan. This is the new Papyrus Gold Edition. The draw for this morning is: Sulfur = XI Lust; Mercury = X Fortune, and Salt = the Ace of Swords. “Intellesting, velly intellesting, Mistah Bond.” I like this draw; I find that in general I like ALL of my draws lately. It isn’t that I’m only getting Pollyanna prognostications; it is, quite definitely, that my outlook on my life, what is important and what isn’t, and my view INTO the meanings of the Sacred Tarot has changed profoundly. I am much more “oh, THAT’S interesting!” than I was, which was; “Oh Shit! Crisis coming! Strap on your armor and wield your swords! Kill anything that moves and let Quetzalcoatl sort them out!!” LOL – I used to be quite a literate drama queen, and rather subdued, but drama queen nonetheless. I hate admitting that! Grin. So, let’s take off the stage costume and take a look at the cards in the privacy of my loge. Grin. Today, Sulfur = XI Lust. (Yes, that’s right; the deck is organized along Thoth/Golden Dawn lines. That’s refers to the “GD” you always see, BTW.) At the end of this blog I will give the astronomical data & tidbits on these cards. 
Let’s take a look at where my Animus is launching from today; XI Lust, or as it is known elsewhere, Strength. “Lust” isn’t used in the strictly carnal sense; think along the lines of “a lust for life.” Taming the Inner Beast, Uniting the Two Natures of Man, etc. I’m not quite sure why Mr. Animus would be here today, other than to suck up some strength from the Well at the End of the Worlds. In a sheer synchronistic note of humor, I was watching something last night (?) that had a whole “skit” based around the idea (Oh, it was *Grey’s Anatomy*) that a woman had greeted her date at the door along with her pet tiger, fully grown, who then proceeded to maul both of them, badly. It didn’t strike me then, but it does now; that the hunt for one’s Strength DOES have the chance of going very badly, too. I’ve never had that particular trouble, however; my animal nature was easily accessible for many years, and once unleashed ALWAYS caused havoc. I didn’t like it, I feared it, but I was secretly proud of it, as well, because it gave me a “Don’t fuck with HIM!’ reputation. Now it sleeps to such an extent, and has been mainly defanged, so that it poses no threat, short of catastrophic need. I feel I have been here, done this, but it IS nice to come back and drink from the well; to “top off,” so to speak. Grin. Moving on, I come to my Mercury for today, X Fortune. I find this to be an odd choice, and one that is faintly alarming to me. A close female family member had an addiction to gambling and it fucked with everyone’s life. So I’m leery when I see women and “casino props” 
together. Not that anyone in their right mind would actually call THIS wheel a casino prop. Not until they had seen it and figured out how to monetize it, of course. (Snark!) Nevertheless, I must assume that Little Missy Anima (a joke between us) knows what she’s doing; she had better, she is always trumpeting her own horn! Grin. I do, however, feel that she is engaged in doing the “accounts;” our “debits” and “credits” hopefully balancing out in order to let us check out of the hotel feeling our vacation was well spent.  And where does the Energy come from today to power the cooperation of two such disparate archetypes? Why, silly rabbit, the Ace of Swords, obviously! LOL. This is a powerhouse, alright, and it emits gigawatts of energy, enough for ALL of my needs, and more. This is the pure essence of Fire, just as it is the Great Sword of the Magus. This represents INVOKED force, as opposed to natural (the Ace of Wands.) As the source point of the entire Swords suit, it also the focal point of all the intellectual energy that dissipates the further you move from #1. As if one was born at the height of one’s intellectual powers, only to have them ever so slowly dissipate as the years roll by. Spooky, eh? I love the card, though, as it is as clear a statement as one gets of the mind as a vehicle towards the Divine. It’s a fine card & energy sign today; I’ll take it. (After “sign-off,” I’ll give you the trivia.) So as far as day’s draws go, this one promises a bit of adventure but surely not outside of my ‘comfort zone.’ I ask the Cosmos to give us ALL today the beginning of an adventure. Be Well, Be Zen, Be Blessed!!                                         XI "XI Passion - Path of Teth 19 in the Tree of Life. Venus in Leo - the creative development of passion leads to enjoyment and fulfillness. Zodiac: Leo. Tree of Life: The connection between Chesed and Geburah. Element: Fire. Number: 11 as perfect combination of 1 and 2 (the cross sum of 11 is 2.)                                                                                                X - The Wheel of Fortune - Path of Caph 21 in the Tree of Life. Saturn, Uranus, Neptune and Pluto - the masters of Karma. Planet: Jupiter.    Tree of Life: The axis Chesed – Netzach. Element: Fire. Number: 10 as symbol for perfection, the cross sum is 1 (the Magician.)                       Ace of Swords - (The roots of the powers of Air) Kether in the Tree of Life; through Fire. Astrology: The signs of the Air. The Ace of Swords is the seed of the intellectual power, the origin and beginning of the airy world of Yetzirah, which implies thinking, analyzing, realizing through logic and mind” (Raven, www.corax.com).   



Friday, May 26, 2017

Good morning and Welcome! to The Fool’s Tarot for 27May2017. The deck today is *LE Tarot Maçonnique* by Jean Beauchard. I really like this deck but am always forgetting to use it or put it in rotation. I have “une faiblesse” for all of that masonic mumbo-jumbo; I’ve met a “retired” Freemason here in France and he gave me a lot of insight into their “programming.” Hierarchical, male-oriented, “frat brother”-like “whisperwhisper secretsecret,” and all of the accompanying rah-rah. MIND YOU; I have nothing against Freemasons, and if you are one, all the more power to you. I simply find their “order,” “mission” and “organization” a memory of times past when kings & popes commanded crusaders bent on looting the entire Middle East. “Regardless, Marsha,” it’s a very good deck & reads very well. Onward & Upward! My draw for today is: Sulfur = IX the Hermit; Mercury = XIX the Sun, and Salt = the Knight of Swords. It makes perfect sense to me, in light of my own recent life. Yesterday, I had an argument with a dear friend; it got heated, and we both retired to our corners before irreparable things were said. After a bit, we parted company, on the understanding we wouldn’t see each other at a party last night. I know he felt righteous in his anger, as did I in my rebuttal. However, he is 30+ years old and not completely acquainted with his own inner workings. I refused to carry any of his emotions over the perceived “issue,” which flummoxed him and increased his resentment. While I felt “justified” in defending myself against his target-seeking anger, I still felt badly about the miscommunication and his refusal to grow through the situation; he preferred resting in his anger, it distracted him from its true target, himself. So I draw these cards this morning, and I understand them perfectly. My Animus seeks “casing” in IX the Hermit. I DO need time alone today, to process yesterday’s events and free myself from any lingering emotion, a common poison in the system. Gliding along, I find my Anima is joyfully living in XIX the Sun today. She’s fine with everything that went down yesterday; aside from the premise of the disagreement, she sees it as a show of male egos and who is the Alpha; well, this old wolf isn’t ready yet to let some 
whippersnapper lead the pack around by their snouts. I’m still alive, and kicking, and ANY 30-ish year old simply doesn’t have what it takes to mount a serious offensive. Grin. (I’m not a military freak; however, their precise terminology can be very useful in simile and metaphor.) My Anima is far from being concerned with that; she takes my victory as a given, and prefers today to bask in the sunlight of accomplished tasks and adventures, and celebrating her nearness to the final steps. This time it was ME who put a wrench in the machinery with a bit of axle-busting debris in the road.  I could have avoided all of it had I known how sensitive and on the tipping point he was; but of course I couldn’t know that at the time. My Anima was in the Sun yesterday as well, and I cannot blame her for preferring that ambiance while she waits for me to catch up from my distraction off the Path. This is also reflected in my home and my wife, both in serene spaces at the moment; our life is good, we eat well & do as we wish.(Our cash flow sucks at the moment, but that I about to take a radical right turn towards prosperity. It’s a done deal.) Finally, the engine is revealed; the “motor” that is going to provide the energy for the two elements to work together sympathetically and to produce the highest “product of thought” possible, the Knight of Swords. Well, yes, this beautiful young man has Energy to spare as he gallops around on the fields of battle, looking for a cause to defend or a brawl to enjoy. Monomaniacally dedicated to the Swords “cause,” he brings a mountain of energy and critical thought, as well as lightning-quick disapproval of anyone or thing that gets in his way. When young I WAS this knight for a while, but My Dear Zeus! it is fatiguing! And it is impossible to defend that “blind certitude and high moral tone” as one grows a bit and sees that there is a LOT more grey in the world than s/he imagined. Finally, I’m going to throw in a little bit about IX the Hermit from A. E. Thieren’s *The General Book of the Tarot*; “Papus: "Humanity fulfilling the function of God the Holy Spirit. The human creative force." Indeed this is clearly Sagittarius for every astrologer. The author might have mentioned in the same line that the Hierophant (Leo) represents God the Son. The Hebrew letter "Thet represents a roof and suggests the idea of safety and protection . . . protection ensured by wisdom." The astrologer says: the Ninth house is the house of the Master--idea of wisdom and protection in one; the Master in fact shields his disciples like a roof 
. . . in some way. The sign is that of thought-power, creative mind, idealism, which throw their own light on the things below, and consequently the Sagittarian is remarkable for always seeing things in his own light and trying to throw light on things in order to instruct other people. He is the eternal traveler, the indefatigable walker. And mentally he is always more or less lonely. All this is very distinctly symbolized in the card of the Hermit, which stands for ideas, perspectives, spiritual or moral influences and for light thrown upon the objects of this earth-life. In divination it stands for teachers, legal authorities, advisers and guides, and with the guiding principles in everything and questions, in relation to the Querent. But above all it is his own idealism, etc. The direction in which his thoughts are running. In the older cards the Hermit is shielding his light on one side with his mantle. This may be indicative of the habit of Sagittarians to evade and disarm contradiction beforehand, knowing by intuition the power of darkness. He is leaning on the staff of knowledge with regard to earthy matters. Waite is perfectly right in saying, that "Prudence is the least of its meanings and the most negligible." Some authors (Mathers) held this card to be the symbol of 'prudence,' but indeed the Sagittarian is not very famous for this virtue, though the card is truly Sagittarian and nothing else. This is again proved by the striking explanation of Waite: "His beacon intimates that 'where I am, you also may be.'" This is the stereotyped way in which a Sagittarian thinks.” I ask the Cosmos today to give us ALL a dose of spiritual Sunlight. Be Well, Be Zen, Be Blessed!!    


Good morning and Welcome! to The Fool’s Tarot for 26May2017. Using my usual Basics Modified spread, the deck today is *Le Tarot des Templiers* by Jean-Louis Victor. It is a big, colorful deck with a specific theme, the “occult” significances of the Order of the Knights Templar during the High Middle Ages; just pre-Renaissance. They are beautiful cards; the deck is designed to teach something which it does a very good job of doing, and it reads well, although I wouldn’t say superbly, but that is for ME – perhaps for you it strikes just the right note. Nevertheless, I DO like to read with it, and it is growing warmer towards me, as well (very French.) The draw today is as follows: Sulfur = IIII the Emperor; Mercury = XVIIII the Sun, and Salt = the Ace of Cups. I have days when I feel really French, and days more American, and finally the days where I simply feel like an expat from my REAL planet. I’m less “amoureux” of modern France than antique, or historical, which is my “thing,” as far as France goes. More specifically, the history of France just pre-Renaissance; i.e. the last of the Valois dynasty. The Templars were long distant in history even then; but their influence has survived to this day, especially under la Maçonnerie française. But the historical Templars were of an entirely different order; mystic warriors, embracing a “world theology” that was far broader than that of the Catholic Church, of which they were nominally a militant arm. 
Whether even one Templar ever saw a Tarot card is highly unlikely, given the dates; however, for those who give Tarot an older lineage, it “could” hold true. Onward and Upward! To start, I find that Master Animus inhabits the Emperor’s new clothes, today. Grin. The Master of the Material World is a solid “rock” of a guy, sitting there as he does on the Cube of Matter and holding forth in justice and wisdom. (We currently have a spectacular example of the exact opposite of IIII, one can’t even say the reverse; Donald Trump.) The good Emperor shows the power of his Will in his concrete manifestations, including HIMSELF. A good emperor is the hub of a network of information, and it is he who must judge the titration of Justice and Compassion into the flow of “Life” he receives and rules over each day. This is the best place for my Animus to be today, says my sub/un-conscious, and I can even feel the Truth of that in my bones, in the marrow living in them. It feels “right.” I need to sacrifice my personal interests (which are nearly non-existent today, anyway,) and Stay Still, receive the information, JUDGE the state of the Empire and apply Justice &/or Compassion accordingly. It’s a huge and unearthly job; one must empty oneself of the self, the “you,” and let oneself be inhabited by the “we,” the “avatar of the Empire,” in order to render Justice justly and Compassion in an EFFECTIVE manner. I advance to where my Anima’s avatar for today stands, XVIIII the Sun. (If you are curious why the numbering is like it is, it is because in Tarot Latin numerals, one ALWAYS adds, NEVER subtracts. This is usually true when using Latin numerals for ritual practices.) This is a GOOD place for Ms. Anima to stand and soak up some healing, self-affirming, positive vibe-giving rays; Valhalla knows she can use it! She’s been awfully lugubrious lately, visiting Hell and the Moon back & forth to brush up on her magickal skills, and has been “en solitaire” and thus left alone with her thoughts, which QUITE OFTEN need to bounce off of mine, even when we are marching through a squabble. If left totally to herself, 
she could easily end up in some Gothic melodrama manifestation, I KNOW her. Or in some totally unsuitable relationship with someone, well . . . unsuitable. The thought of wanting to balance a third person in my marriage is dizzying enough without letting a complete romantic take control of it; I would need a deck FULL of XVIs, 78 Towers, to describe the results. Grin. I love her, but I never trust a completely romantic approach to ANYTHING. Not even Love; Love is “useless” to you unless it helps you to “grow” as a human being, to be someone much better than you are by yourself. That is a “True” fruit of marriage, in a way which the merely biological imperative to reproduce is not. Speaking of “LURV,” (LOVE, of course, silly rabbit!) in progressing the last 3rd of my Imperial stroll today, I come to the engine house running the palace AND the kingdom, at least for today, and it is – ta da! – The Ace of Cups. We all know what the Ace of Cups is, right? It is the “Holy Grail,” the same one which Walter Donavan/Julian Glover ignores and instead grasps a richly bejeweled cup and dies a dusty, horrible death in *Indiana Jones & the Last Crusade.* GRIN. (There, how’s THAT for modern myth, Joseph Campbell?? LOL.) There was even an old Templar guarding it, alive after centuries, waiting for Indiana to replace him; which Indie DOESN’T do, he blithely walks out of there with never a backward glance, the Grail is lost in a crevice and the old knight is presumably buried under tons of rock. I love happy endings. Grin. Here in the Tarot, the Ace of Cups is the Grail, yes, but it is also the seed of the entire suit of Cups, and contains all of the suit’s possibilities within itself. This is a VERY powerful card, all the more so because it is less flashy than two of its siblings and less lush than the remaining one. Here there is the Fruit of a Promise; not only on the emotional side, but on the intuitive side as well. Intuition is a tricky thing; it can be combined of many elements, or few. It may come in a dream, in a waking thought, in something seen or heard, or directly by messenger in some startling and “odd” happening in your day/on your path. For instance, there you are, walking down 5th Avenue in NYC, and a full-sized alligator falls from somewhere above you and crushes the pedestrian just ahead of you. You are horrified, yet you notice that EVERYONE else is just walking by, hardly even sparing a glance. You are left with two choices; 1) Shrug your shoulders, mumble, “New York,” and move on, or 2) regard it as something “weird” in your day and take appropriate action. In this case, call an ambulance &/or the police, & then go home, turn off all the distractions, and contemplate what the Hell that message was meant to say to you. At this point, OF COURSE you read your cards. (Smile.) You may even want a professional reading from another reader than yourself; often GOOD advice when dealing with the Gordian knots in one’s own life. Circling the wagons, I like today’s reading; it is partly action, partly right Judgement, all positive. There is no reason to turn mealy-mouthed and whine about the slings and arrow of outrageous fortune. Grin. (I DESPISE whiners.) I ask the Cosmos to give us ALL today a sense of the justness of our progress. Be Well, Be Zen, Be Blessed!!  


 

Thursday, May 25, 2017

Good morning and Welcome! to The Fool’s Tarot for 25May2017. I’m going to pick up the keyboard and try to get back in the swing of things, yet humorously the Universe has given me a “mass market” deck with which to do it. Today’s deck is the *Tarot Draconis* by Davide Corsi. As far as themed decks go, it isn’t bad; there is that to be said for it. It could have been much “cutesier” and “fey;” thank Freya! he didn’t take that route. This happened because last night I woke out of a sound sleep thinking, “I’ve got to find a deck with which to sleep:” Nonsensical, I know, but dreams . . .  I picked it out of the dark from a box and went back to bed, putting it under the pillow, thinking, “I’m supposed to use that tomorrow.” So here it is, in all of its themed “beauty.” My draw this morning is: Sulfur = XV the Devil; Mercury = 0 the Fool, and Salt = the Ace of Cups. Well, it’s an odd draw, I’ll give you that; my Animus is visiting Mr. Material, or in this case the Dragon Material, XV the Devil; I can only assume that he is here following in the footsteps of my Anima, who was here a few days ago. If that is so, he’ll be visiting 0 the Fool very soon, as well. I can’t think why he is doing this – normally it would be vice-versa and she would be trailing him by an Arcanum or two. However, they are wound around each other pretty tightly these days, their “orbits” being much more similar now than ever in the past. I see it as a dance of gyroscopes going on at the same time as the whole scene rotates around the Sun, which rotates around the galaxy, etc. There are NO fixed points any longer; no anchor spots with which to launch nets to capture and subdue the other. With no dishonest games going on any longer between them, even though they find themselves at “different,” not “crossed,” purposes, their dance is intricate enough and large enough to allow for diversions, divergences, & distractions because reunion is always immediately afterwards, just ahead. 
What he is actually doing with the Devil is not terribly important; if I had to guess, I would say he’s persisting in the question, “Are you SURE that we have no more contractual obligations to each other?” Grin. The dragon, woefully answers no, there are no more, BUT, if my Animus is interested in a long-term low-rate loan . . . , “NO Thank You!!” (“Run, Dick, run! See Dick run. Run, Dick, run!” Grin.) Now another interesting development, has slid down the Mercury pipeline, as well; 0 the Fool. I really love the idea of representing 0 with a golden, unhatched egg, sitting atop a pile of riches; all possibility & future; no failure and the past. I gather that she is “gestating;” killing time, waiting for the Animus to round up his business so he can cycle through and meet her in the Egg. This is a good thing, in a truly profound sense; I am passing through the cycle again, and this time it won’t take me 65 years; it is going to be a rapid run through the 22 “gates” of the course on Mt. Meru. (“Mount Meru is a sacred mountain with five peaks in Hindu, Jain and Buddhist cosmology and is considered to be the center of all the physical, metaphysical and spiritual universes.” Wikipedia.) I figure that there is still enough energy left in this carcass to take a rapid “stroll” through the Gates, this time as an “informed” being, Not only will I understand much that was unseen by me the 1st time through (0-65 yrs.) but I will be able put it in context in the woof & warp of the tapestry of my life. The Animus & Anima are in vastly different places today, but there with similar purposes; Anima is digesting what she learned on her recent “re-visits,” and Animus has not only covered his own ground but is re-covering hers, as well; whether in a sense of “I’m a control freak” or in the sense of “I need to be fully informed” is open to question. I prefer the latter, but don’t discount the possibility of the former. 
That may be the very reason she has jumped ahead; to give me the chance to figure it out, and to correct it if need be. I say MAY be; there is also the very real possibility that she simply carries a “lighter backpack” than I do; I’m a real pain when I take an interest; I insist on detail, accurate detail, I don’t stop searching until I’m satisfied. She is more of an “I’ll take if it’s there, but if it isn’t, no big deal,” kind of searcher; what she didn’t find specifically and obviously in her “search” can’t be important, right? It is an attitude which irks me, but there it is. (Neither of us is giving way on this miniscule point, but it’s alright, it has become a standing joke between us. Loki’s lying lips! that sounds schizo, doesn’t it? LOL!) Let’s move giddily along the M. C. Escher pathway to the final Gate today, the Energy which is going to power this double-pronged assault on the armies of Ignorance, and lo and behold, it is the Ace of Cups. Surprise, surprise, Mark, today is all about trusting your Intuition (which is telling you to mind your own business and let the twins get about their business.) It is also about the emotion of “love,” with a small L. I’m thinking particularly of my wife; the small ways in which we express our love and friendship for each other, the jokes & thoughts we share, even the patterns of living we now share after ** years of marriage. It is a “daily love” that binds us more than any “grand” love or concept of love. It is easy to judge the emotional mood of the other, because we know how to read it. In the same way, we *should* (one of my most DISLIKED words) be able to read it in ourselves, for ourselves, as well as a never-ending thirst to know the patterns of Love and familiarity with the Divine, and to live in them. I LIVE that thirst every day, every night, and I never get tired of following where it takes me. I find myself, at times, in strange and inexplicable places, and at other times in places that are familiar but tuned “higher, finer” so that they carry sentimentality rather than regret or bitterness. (As you can see, the dragons don’t have a hell of a lot to do when one is actually reading the cards, so one can please oneself about the “wallpaper.” Nevertheless, I DO prefer a deck that is more “informed.”) I ask the Cosmos to give us ALL a warm and loving Patience today. Be Well, Be Zen, Be Blessed!!  


 

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Good morning and Welcome! to The Fool's Tarot for 24May2017. Today I absolutely don't feel like writing, so it's a mystery draw. Here are the cards I drew this morning; it is an interesting enough development and reading. Be Well, Be Zen, Be Blessed!!





Monday, May 22, 2017

Good morning and Welcome! to The Fool’s Tarot for 23May2017. I’m b-a-a-a-c-k! Grin. The lethargy seems to have (mostly) passed, and I am happy to find myself motivated once again to write my morning blog on my daily reading. These periods of lassitude used to happen more often, back when I had a life (LOL,) but with less to interrupt my (aging, retired) flow these days my Tarot has come to take a more central place in my life. And blahblah and yakyak; so what, Mark? Grin, OK, on with it. Today’s deck is one of my very favorites for the RWS/Thoth variety, the *Tabula Mundi Arcus Colores* by M. M. Meleen, who is also the creatrix of the *Rosetta Stone Tarot,” another fave –but this is the ultimate, along with one other. (Guess, go ahead, guess; your head if you’re wrong . . . Mwuahahahaha!) The deck is accompanied by a wonderful book, *Book M: Liber Mundi* by Ms. Meleen (Atu House, Barre, 2015.) My draw today is: Sulfur = XVIII the Moon; Mercury = XII the Hanged Man, and Salt = the Knight of Disks. I like this hand; it makes me feel as if I’ve been “thrown back into the swim” after spending a LOT of time in the airy heights of the Aethyrs’ realm. It gets rather breathless up there, and one tends to minimize the more “human” facets of one’s character. I DO feel as if I’ve bent sent back to clean up loose ends; 
in the accounting I’m doing further on down the Path, I’ve found some “discrepancies” in the books and have recognized that the whole machine STOPS until I go back and do some more meticulous housecleaning; I left something unfound. And in XVIII the Moon’s domain, Saqqara only knows what I have overlooked in that shadowy and subtle realm. I happen to LOVE it there, but that doesn’t mean I understand it; I love going to shisha bars, too, but that doesn’t mean I understand the Arabic argot flying around, at all. I am “glad” to return; not the emotion of “gladness,” but the satisfaction of returning to a familiar and friendly realm where I am welcome, to a certain degree. Grin. “And so, having writ, the Moving Finger moves on . . ,” grin. To find waiting for me in Mercury’s quicksilver flow XII the Hanged Man. I happen to know that my Anima wanted to go here the other day, due to a surprise pop! card, but I refused it & continued the draw normally. So, the pop! was on target after all. There are times when I have to STRONGLY dissuade my Anima from following through on her actions when they become excessive. Such as wanting to atone, for nothing, anything, everything. She can get into a real melodrama-on-screen when she’s got the wind in her sails, and she’s a damn fine actress. Her only weakness is that I see through her like glass, and usually call her on her shit, as I’m a harsh judge of the feminine, above all in myself. The years and spiritual evolution have taken care of most of the residual harm done by the system at an early age, but certain “things” from childhood are ineradicable. They carry echoes at the very least. I work hard, consciously and constantly, to ride herd on the remainder of the uncivilized past, but there are times when you want to run with the wolves, as well. (No, not like Costner.) I can’t say that I hold her accountable, in 
actuality; I understand why she’s “built” that way, and who she had as a role model. (My maternal grandmother for the most part.) The point being that this self-sacrifice is in a questionable area for ME, the guiding intelligence. I shall let her have her head, for the time being; whether she shows benefit will determine its validity. It sounds harsh and cynical, but I need to be careful of too much indulgence in self-sacrifice; it activates a kind of “let’s go ahead and search for the Void and jump! It’ll be fun!” “Ha! Yeah, sure it will, Sister. Tell you what: you go first and report back to me, then I’ll try it.”  So, a careful eye, it seems, is called for as I transit Mercury with Saturn clutched in my meaty masculine paws . . . Grin. “Grrrr.” LOL.  After that quick and I suspect “assisted transit,” I arrive at the heart of today’s emplacement of the motor; the Knight of Disks. Well, well, well; it’s a rather subtle energy powering the machine today. He is the Fire of Earth, and his BIG thing is – ta da! – Prudence. He shepherds, he guides, to a more secure and stable future. He is diligent but not necessarily terribly intelligent; his habits and gifts are steadfastness and patience. He is VERY MUCH a Taurean, with his Fire expressed in his Will to do the task. It’s a do-able draw; I can see the necessity of some (late) spring cleaning “up there in the attic.” I ask the Cosmos to give us ALL a compassionate patience today. Be Well, Be Zen, Be Blessed!!    



Sunday, May 21, 2017

Good morning from The Fool's Tarot! Unfortunately, there is no spread this morning because my wife poisoned me with tampered dragées . . . LOL. No, the real reason is that the "juice" just isn't there this morning. I'm juiced out, temporarily. I did draw the cards, and saw an insipid reading from "insipid" cards; the only thing insipid in reality, of course, was my attitude. Nevertheless, the fight goes on! 
(I'm being paid to take a fall; I'm not going to, I'm going to win, and then flee town with my girlfriend and my 'cojones' still intact. So, please "tune in tomorrow when we shall return with another episode of . . . (skreeeeetch, violin wail) The Twilight Zone." Grin. Thanks for showing up, I appreciate all who read my blog. I ask the Cosmos today to give us ALL the blessing of Acceptance. Be Well, Be Zen, Be Blessed!!