tarot reading - Articles - The Tarot Guild2024-03-29T07:43:14Zhttps://tarot.ning.com/articles/feed/tag/tarot+readingThe Starhttps://tarot.ning.com/articles/the-star2022-04-14T16:01:04.000Z2022-04-14T16:01:04.000ZKirsten Weisshttps://tarot.ning.com/members/KirstenWeiss<div><div class="SFQRB"><div class="post-content__body"><div class="DHTiu"><div class="DHTiu"><div class="LUaQN qUxWM _3Z+zE"><div class="kvdbP ZUTsX SO4Kx _1O7aH" dir="ltr"><div class="_1hN1O NwZmu _3EPBy"><p class="mm8Nw _1j-51 iWv3d _1FoOD _3M0Fe aujbK public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 fixed-tab-size public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr"><span class="_2PHJq public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr"><em>--By Hyperion Night. (Hyperion is a purely fictional character featured in the Tea and Tarot mystery series).</em></span></p><p id="viewer-a53s6" class="mm8Nw _1j-51 iWv3d _1FoOD _3M0Fe aujbK public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 fixed-tab-size public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr"><span class="_2PHJq public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr"><em>Hope. Optimism. Renewal. Transcendence. Tranquility.</em></span></p><p id="viewer-cju75" class="mm8Nw _1j-51 iWv3d _1FoOD _3M0Fe aujbK public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 fixed-tab-size public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr"><span class="_2PHJq public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr">I missed last week's blog. Sorry about that. But my schedule was interrupted when I received a phone call from a friend's son. "X is in hospice. He's asked to see you."</span></p><p id="viewer-dj2ea" class="mm8Nw _1j-51 iWv3d _1FoOD _3M0Fe aujbK public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 fixed-tab-size public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr"><span class="_2PHJq public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr">X was an elderly friend of my parents. I'd known him since I was a kid, and when I got older, we stayed in touch, going out for lunch once every couple months. He was a bit like the grandfather I'd never had. Wise. Kindly. Funny.<a href="{{#staticFileLink}}10389371876,RESIZE_1200x{{/staticFileLink}}"><img class="align-right" src="{{#staticFileLink}}10389371876,RESIZE_710x{{/staticFileLink}}" width="710" alt="10389371876?profile=RESIZE_710x" /></a></span></p><p id="viewer-3frpu" class="mm8Nw _1j-51 iWv3d _1FoOD _3M0Fe aujbK public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 fixed-tab-size public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr"><span class="_2PHJq public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr">It was a stormy spring night, and I hurried to the hospice at the top of a multistory, impersonal hospital. By the time I got there, he was unresponsive. His son and ex-wife had been there all day and needed a break, so I sat by his bed. His breathing changed, growing raspy. I hurriedly got his son from the cafeteria and we returned to the room.</span></p><p id="viewer-53o1n" class="mm8Nw _1j-51 iWv3d _1FoOD _3M0Fe aujbK public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 fixed-tab-size public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr"><span class="_2PHJq public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr">His son and X had had a fraught relationship. It's their story to tell, so I won't elaborate here. But the son was clearly at a loss and didn't know what to do. I told him to say his goodbyes, that X could still hear him. To be clear, I didn't know this, but I believed it. I took one of X's hands and his son took the other, and we told X he was loved. His son said goodbye, and X passed away. (And I know some people get tetchy about euphemisms for "died" but I really do think he went somewhere else, so the expression seems apt). </span></p><p id="viewer-8um0p" class="mm8Nw _1j-51 iWv3d _1FoOD _3M0Fe aujbK public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 fixed-tab-size public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr"><span class="_2PHJq public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr">We cried. I went home.</span></p><p id="viewer-7jkv1" class="mm8Nw _1j-51 iWv3d _1FoOD _3M0Fe aujbK public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 fixed-tab-size public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr"><span class="_2PHJq public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr">And then the next day happened, and I was filled with a blissful joy I've only encountered once before. I can't explain it. I certainly wasn't happy X was gone. But I couldn't and didn't want to shake the pure light that filled my heart. I don't know if that feeling was X, letting me know he was well. Maybe it was something else. But everything felt <em>right </em>and good. The feeling stuck with me until I fell asleep that night. The next morning I was back to "normal." But I won't forget that feeling.</span></p><p id="viewer-4tvod" class="mm8Nw _1j-51 iWv3d _1FoOD _3M0Fe aujbK public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 fixed-tab-size public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr"><span class="_2PHJq public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr">Whatever caused it, it was a deep Star moment. In Tarot's Major Arcana, the Star follows the destruction and disaster of the Tower card for good reason. Out of disaster can come renewal. The Star reminds us that there's something beyond, something bigger and better, and all we have to do is trust in it. The woman in the Tarot card is naked, representing purity, the ego dissolved and laid bare. The pouring of water suggests a spiritual cleansing. And notice that the woman's foot is on <em>top </em>of the water, not in it? We know this Tarot artist can draw feet <strong>in </strong>water, because she has done so in the Temperance card, so we can assume Pamela Coleman Smith wasn't just being sloppy here. She meant that foot to be on top of the water, as if the figure has transcended the mundane material world. </span></p><div> </div><div id="viewer-5eh6m" class="mm8Nw _1j-51 iWv3d _1FoOD _3M0Fe aujbK public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 fixed-tab-size public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr"><span class="_2PHJq public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr"> </span></div><div> </div><p id="viewer-douk2" class="mm8Nw _1j-51 iWv3d _1FoOD _3M0Fe aujbK public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 fixed-tab-size public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr"><span class="_2PHJq public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr">When this card appears in a reading, consider if you're ready to take positive action and turn your dreams into reality, because now is the time for optimism. If you've recently been through a difficult time, meditate on how it may have affected your view on life. And take this time to release your worries, relax and recharge.</span></p><div> </div><div id="viewer-pt1e" class="mm8Nw _1j-51 iWv3d _1FoOD _3M0Fe aujbK public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 fixed-tab-size public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr"><span class="_2PHJq public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr"> </span></div><div> </div><p id="viewer-5ktks" class="mm8Nw _1j-51 iWv3d _1FoOD _3M0Fe aujbK public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 fixed-tab-size public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr"><span class="_2PHJq public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr">It will be okay.</span></p><div> </div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div id="post-footer" class="ZpV9q Z6HMX"> </div></div>The Emperorhttps://tarot.ning.com/articles/the-emperor2022-03-31T16:10:11.000Z2022-03-31T16:10:11.000ZKirsten Weisshttps://tarot.ning.com/members/KirstenWeiss<div><img src="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/10252745655?profile=RESIZE_400x&width=400"></div><div><p>Hyperion is the fictional Tarot reader in the imaginary Beanblossom's Tea and Tarot room.</p><h2 id="viewer-95hvb" class="eSWI6 _1j-51 _1FoOD _3M0Fe aujbK iWv3d public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 fixed-tab-size public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr"><span class="_2PHJq public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr">The Emperor</span></h2><p id="viewer-9rltf" class="mm8Nw _1j-51 iWv3d _1FoOD _3M0Fe aujbK public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 fixed-tab-size public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr"><span class="_2PHJq public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr"><em>Authority. Embodied will. Father issues. Organization and structure.</em></span></p><p id="viewer-5uett" class="mm8Nw _1j-51 iWv3d _1FoOD _3M0Fe aujbK public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 fixed-tab-size public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr"><span class="_2PHJq public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr">My father doesn't understand me. Trite, no? But true. He's a scientist for a government lab so well known you may have heard of it, though I'm not supposed to talk about it. He is a top dog, a big poobah. And he didn't get there by frittering his days away dreaming about magic and the subconscious and the esoteric meanings of Tarot. Even at home, he was working. He had a lab in the garage for his own private experiments—the full mad scientist's kit, though his was organized with frightening precision. Given the things he worked on, he had to be precise. I can't count the times he looked at me like I was one of his experiments—a curiosity to be puzzled out, a phenomenon to be dissected. He's cold. Unyielding. And he never let me get away with any crap. But he also provided me with a stable childhood and room to grow into the person I was meant to be.</span></p><p id="viewer-b3nk7" class="mm8Nw _1j-51 iWv3d _1FoOD _3M0Fe aujbK public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 fixed-tab-size public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr"><span class="_2PHJq public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr">He reminds me a bit of my business partner, Abigail. When I first met her, she was armed with a full-color business plan and five years' worth of projected financial statements. I had... some vague ideas for a Tarot studio. She seriously annoyed me. But a part of me felt comforted by her schedules and plans. They felt... familiar.</span></p><p id="viewer-5pgvv" class="mm8Nw _1j-51 iWv3d _1FoOD _3M0Fe aujbK public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 fixed-tab-size public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr"><span class="_2PHJq public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr">In the end, neither of our plans (and I use the word <em>plans </em>loosely in reference to myself) worked out the way we expected. (Our realtor died horribly, then we learned he was a conman... the usual drama). But I have to admit, her budgets and worksheets have come in handy. Not that I <em>follow </em>them, but when things go wrong, or when I'm unsure, I do pull them out and let them guide my decision.</span></p><p id="viewer-6gqb1" class="mm8Nw _1j-51 iWv3d _1FoOD _3M0Fe aujbK public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 fixed-tab-size public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr"><span class="_2PHJq public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr">If Abigail ever reads this blog and finds out, I'll never hear the end of it.</span></p><p id="viewer-c8svt" class="mm8Nw _1j-51 iWv3d _1FoOD _3M0Fe aujbK public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 fixed-tab-size public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr"><span class="_2PHJq public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr">The point is, though I'm not the most structured or organized, there are times when those traits come in handy. The dance between creative spontaneity and structure is one I'm still learning, and it's worth it. The Emperor at his best provides us with a kingdom to flourish in.</span></p><p id="viewer-a124m" class="mm8Nw _1j-51 iWv3d _1FoOD _3M0Fe aujbK public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 fixed-tab-size public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr"><span class="_2PHJq public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr">In the Rider-Waite-Smith deck, the Emperor sits upon his symmetrical throne and stares squarely at the reader. No waffling or fiddling about for this fellow. The arms of the throne are decorated with rams' heads, symbols of authority and leadership. He holds other symbols of his authority—an orb and a scepter shaped like an Egyptian ankh. When this card appears in a reading, it asks how the energies of the Emperor might be at play (or need to be at play) in the situation. Should the issue be approached in a logical, orderly, and structured fashion? Or are you somehow resisting authority, and if so, how is that playing out?</span></p></div>