I finally drew the Death card today, for the first time this year. By May of most years, I’ve seen every card at least once during my daily draws. But this year, Death has kept his spectral distance, and given that we are all being stalked by a 0.12-micron-sized, coronavirus-shaped reaper these days, I’ve been okay with that.
But when Death surfaced this morning I knew there was a reason that had nothing to do with the depredations of covid-19. Just five days ago, Minnesota resident George Floyd was murdered by a white police officer. While it’s not wrong to say Floyd’s death was a tragedy, “tragedy” implies something inevitable, and I refuse to accept that we can only shake our heads and submit.
Read MoreTomorrow, Sunday May 17th at 1pm EST, I’ll be doing my first live Zoom event, with the delightful JoAnna Farrar of the Coffee & Divination podcast. It’ll be an interview plus live Q & A, and you can register here.
The subject is tarot (needl
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Read MoreAt long last, we arrive at Pisces III, the "consummation devoutly to be wished". In my neighborhood, the snows have receded and the sap is running; each still-leafless maple bears a bucket, like an umbrella on a dandy's arm. At first glance, the 10 of Cups is a fairytale ending - the happy couple, their dancing children, the cozy home, the rainbow. But, as its associated majors imply, there is more to this idyll than meets the eye.
Read MoreAnd then there were four.
So much has happened in the last few days, but now the true test emerges for 15 states (including my own, Massachusetts). The media is saying is officially a “two-man race” - Bernie vs. Biden - and if I had to project without divination I would guess it would be a squeaker between those two, with Sanders ahead. However, the cards are not so sure. Literally not so sure - every one came up reversed, which in my style of divination means “totally up in the air”.
Read MoreNine cups, polished and golden, pose atop a draped display, looking for all the world like the candles on a birthday cake. Go ahead, blow them out and make a wish! For indeed, we have arrived at last at the famous "card of wishes". Something magical is about to happen (though as always in magic, the causal mechanism is shrouded from view). The 9 of Cups is the Lord of Happiness - for what is happier than the moment when one believes one's fondest wish is about to be fulfilled? Happier, you could even say, than the fulfillment itself - for in the anticipation lies much of the sweetness.
Read MoreI’ve got a million things to do, and I contemplated skipping the primary blog post and just waiting till Super Tuesday next week - but this is South Carolina! How can you skip South Carolina?! So - quickly - here’s the outlook as I see it, bearing in mind that I am as influenced by polling data and punditry as anybody.
Read MoreIt's been a long week and I need to blow off some steam. So....Nevada Democratic Caucus spread!
Weirdly, all of them came out reversed. This could signal another delay in reporting (heaven forfend!) or ambiguous results, but I really hope not. I turned them all upright for interpretation.
Read MoreIt's like a scene from a storybook: a red-cloaked figure, staff in hand, climbs a rocky shoreline beneath a watchful moon. Their destination is unclear, but we know what sacrifice they leave behind: 8 cups full of the past; 8 cups worth of life lessons and experiences. These are the moonlit seas of Pisces - a final liquid dissolution under cover of night. Here in the final three decans of our yearlong journey, we take the mystic's path and arrive at the sea at the end of the known. By forsaking the familiar, the accounted-for, even the rational! we shall encounter magic and mysteries.
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