Do we really know what image we project to others? Listening to John Ballantrae's show Monday evening Blog Talk Radio (a talk show that must not be missed), John began to talk about the 8 cups, at the time I was quickly shuffling through my deck to find the card so that I could look at it while it was under discussion, I woke the next morning as something about the 8 of cups had changed!
I live on a tiny island in a small community, I don't need to watch Coronation Street or the likes as I live it, no secrets just surprises! Recently a person that shall remain anonymous, was flown off to the psychiatric hospital in Guernsey, I was shocked as were many other's, this persons attitude every time I've been in contact with them was warm, friendly, upbeat and positive, our conversations (mainly brief) always ended in a smile or a giggle.
What has this got to do with the 8 cups? For me a lot, just over a year ago, I'd hit rock bottom every day was a bad day at black rock, the luxury of having a few select friends that I could be 'my own orrible self with' was a life line for me, as was the Tarot. I remember the 8 cups appearing in a spread during that period, all I could feel was sadness and disappointment, there was nothing positive with this card what so ever, I've always said to my children there's no room for pity in life, it's a just a 'pity' I couldn't practice what I was preaching at that time.
A year on I don't recognise the person I used to be and I don't mean depression 12 months ago, I mean the person I'd become over the last 15 to 20 years! The Tarot has been a hard task master for me over these passing months, I've needed to do some serious homework. In the beginning I remember moments when was I too frightened to get the cards out....I really didn't like what I was finding out about myself, my irrational behavior in all types of situations and relationships, my innate ability to jump into practically anything without thinking, all I needed was one normal every day comment from another person and I'd be on a roll, twisting the words they had spoken, stirring my emotional cauldron, it was superb, I'd feed it with fear, power, paranoia, anger, greed and guilt. After years of practice and conditioning I had become an emotional cripple!
Any road up...a year on and thanks to Mr Tarot, I value every day I'm given and intend to live well and fully.
~So, it's not the 8 of cups that changed it was me, it's challenging to read cards and remain objective, this card has a completely different meaning to me now.......for me it's a card of wisdom,experience,acceptance and new horizons as one door closes another door opens.
Cheryl
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Silence and a 3 Card Spread
I carried out a reading for a friend this weekend and apart from taking a deep breath and trying to remain calm I was 'Stuck', so here it is:
Question: Am I going to be earning an income working for my current employer at the end of 2011?
So with card 1 The Hierophant upright, after taking my deep breath and then allowing the silence to pierce every thought in my head, nothing the big void hit me. I found myself plucking at feathers, first I began with the Hierophant being a doorman, more silence, 'just give me a second' I remember saying, still absolutely nothing, the querent has a knowledge of the cards, so suggested religion perhaps? I couldn't make any sense of religion given the question, I remember staring at the pillars either side of the Hierophant and then staring at the querent, I know within me I had something to say but somehow the words appeared stolen by the silence and the overwhelming inner panic that I had opened the door to and invited in.
Hurrying things along and secretly praying that card 2 would save me, it revealed the The Fool reversed, ok, the key words began dancing in my mind, right I said, emerging from isolation, new beginnings, silence again! This time followed by a sensational senior moment, well minute actually, I sat and repeated the two key words beautifully over and over, it at was at this point I noticed the querent was falling asleep!
I turned the 3rd card hoping to inject the reading and redeem myself, no such luck 4 cups reversed, I now realised I had also invited desperation in alongside panic, I began to quote John Ballantrae (no disrespect intended), I was on a roll like a blabbering idiot now, 'it's a bit like being in a river and the current is so strong you can't climb out, what 's the point of trying to get out, just go with the flow and climb out further down the river where it is calmer, you can always then walk back to where you want to be'! Alarm bells now ringing, the querent staring at me, I wasn't going to give up!!! I added you are going to offered something so don't refuse it! Never mind Tarot Plain and Simple this was absolute mumbling rubbish, I was behaving like a complete and utter nut case! I remember thinking it's people like me that give Tarot a bad reputation, so what did I do.....I continued.
I had also asked the querent to choose two numbers, she had chosen 8 and 16, needless to say, I completed the reading with these and somehow suggested she was in love with her employer!......I can tell you this did not go down very well at all, no surprises there then!
If there is anybody out there that can match a reading as bad as this one, I challenge you. At the same time 'HELP'.
Cheryl (now weeping silently)
Question: Am I going to be earning an income working for my current employer at the end of 2011?
So with card 1 The Hierophant upright, after taking my deep breath and then allowing the silence to pierce every thought in my head, nothing the big void hit me. I found myself plucking at feathers, first I began with the Hierophant being a doorman, more silence, 'just give me a second' I remember saying, still absolutely nothing, the querent has a knowledge of the cards, so suggested religion perhaps? I couldn't make any sense of religion given the question, I remember staring at the pillars either side of the Hierophant and then staring at the querent, I know within me I had something to say but somehow the words appeared stolen by the silence and the overwhelming inner panic that I had opened the door to and invited in.
Hurrying things along and secretly praying that card 2 would save me, it revealed the The Fool reversed, ok, the key words began dancing in my mind, right I said, emerging from isolation, new beginnings, silence again! This time followed by a sensational senior moment, well minute actually, I sat and repeated the two key words beautifully over and over, it at was at this point I noticed the querent was falling asleep!
I turned the 3rd card hoping to inject the reading and redeem myself, no such luck 4 cups reversed, I now realised I had also invited desperation in alongside panic, I began to quote John Ballantrae (no disrespect intended), I was on a roll like a blabbering idiot now, 'it's a bit like being in a river and the current is so strong you can't climb out, what 's the point of trying to get out, just go with the flow and climb out further down the river where it is calmer, you can always then walk back to where you want to be'! Alarm bells now ringing, the querent staring at me, I wasn't going to give up!!! I added you are going to offered something so don't refuse it! Never mind Tarot Plain and Simple this was absolute mumbling rubbish, I was behaving like a complete and utter nut case! I remember thinking it's people like me that give Tarot a bad reputation, so what did I do.....I continued.
I had also asked the querent to choose two numbers, she had chosen 8 and 16, needless to say, I completed the reading with these and somehow suggested she was in love with her employer!......I can tell you this did not go down very well at all, no surprises there then!
If there is anybody out there that can match a reading as bad as this one, I challenge you. At the same time 'HELP'.
Cheryl (now weeping silently)
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