I have come to the end of the personalized cards! Well, almost…and Tuesday Tarot may continue as I now actually USE this highly personal deck for a while. Wednesday’s draw was a much loved favorite – what I once would have called a “dime store find” to which I added a personal accouterment.
I found the blackened chain with sparkly ball and faux pearl on sale at a local chain, some years back. To that I added a lovely, tiny sterling silver funnel that was a gift to me. It came to me with a tiny silver bottle from a pagan friend who hailed me as a “potion mistress” for my making of several kinds of tinctures and experimental magical liquids. For a few seconds there, I felt completely Harry Potterized, haha! But then, of course, I’d prefer to fight Dark Arts than make potions!
The Princess of Cups – a reflective artistic sort – assuredly not me! But I do love this jewelry piece. With Cups being the watery emotional suit – I wanted to reflect the pearl theme I used. But that silver funnel for guiding liquids appealed to me as well for my selection. The tiny size (1 1/2 inches) made me think of funnels to ears somewhat like one might find in Hamlet! What poison is being poured emotionally?
The Princess card is often called a Page and is emblematic of messages. This piece, with my distrust of things merely emotional? Warns me to notice messages of emotive content – both received and sent!
Thursday – today, my card is the 8 of Swords. Lovely necklace I made, if I do say so myself. Why would such a pretty thing be stuck with the title “Lord of Shortened Force”? Because the source of those pretty turquoise beads, like some others before in other, cheaper necklaces, was a turquoise rosary. Anything that needs its force shortened, in my opinion, is the dominant patriarchal monotheistic religion – like the Catholic Church.
Mind you, I like the Catholics better than the Protestants and their utter mania for acting all Handmaid’s Tale about women. But still — this piece reminds me to ask myself how I am fighting the Religious Right. Those fat silver earrings are the teardrops of women victimized by the very religion they uphold. I’d like to tell them, loving the idea of a caring divinity does not mean loving controlling MEN. Even if that deity is perceived as male, it doesn’t mean only men get to make the commands of life! Which is why I like Catholics better — Mary was my first goddess, some mediation of nigh divine feminine was better than none.
The eights, in cards, often have meanings associated with movement or the lack thereof. This card signifies restriction, censure – possibly corrosive jealousy from those nearest and dearest. When I see this card in a layout it means it is time to kick down some barriers!
The last card, which I will wear tomorrow? Well, it seems almost synchronistically perfect. This lovely spiral of silver and its matching earrings came to me as a surprise gift from someone I greatly admire and hold in constant affection. I was in Mexico, taking care of my father’s widow as she had a mastectomy after a year of chemo. My father, before he died, had befriended a Mexican family of several sisters and a couple brothers. They all celebrated notable events and holidays together and bonded closely in times of trouble. The matriarch of the family was being treated for breast cancer at the same time as my dad’s widow.
The oldest sister brought me this beautiful piece one night late; she saw it and was reminded of me, she said, because she knew I had a Labyrinth. It was an incredible kindness at a difficult time. In the years ahead, through more intense difficulties, this family kept me sane and supported me with such friendship and functionality as to revise my entire life!
Thus, since they were the epitome of the good counsel, advice, and teaching that is the best connotation of this card (sometimes called “The Pope” – but not by me!), I assigned this wonderful memory piece. Since M. also gave it the connotation of my Labyrinth – the Walk of the Fallen, it ties me to my own priestess-hood there upon the stones. The card is said to mean “strict adherence to religion” and the family in Mexico that I adore were Catholics of the most ideal kind. They were humane and loving, they were human “gods of redemption” to me.
Every ideal of religious belief and practice does not have to be stained with stupidity or cruelty. It is the love in the hearts of the practitioner that makes the truth of it – not what is in any book or on lips of any priest. And so I remain, a solitary priestess serving the dead of war, and this final card/jewel is my badge of office.