I was showing WA my new Ancient Italian deck today. We looked through all the Majors, the Court cards and some of the pips. Then I resorted and shuffled thinking I'd put them away but he said, let's draw a few cards...
Nine of Swords
Death
Three of Cups
What a perfect commentary on where we are as a collective right now. Whether one ascribes, or not, to this Mystery, Easter weekend is unfolding all over the world, known and unknown, inner and outer. Earth and Psyche as Spring announces Herself over and over again.
Nine of Swords, a time of being nailed to the cross by beliefs--personal in the case of ourselves, collective in the case of Jesus. Hanging there in the dark, what are our options? Surrender seems the only redemptive possibility but not before contemplating the shadow that has brought one to that place.
And in that breath of surrender Death appears to relieve us of the burden of a self that believes in Other, that orients itself around the streams of name and form. If we're blessed we can die before death, the way of the adept, the Sufi, the Lover. Taken off the cross of the self and buried in the cave of the soul, on a hill somewhere in the liminality between time and space. We rest. We restore. Our deepest no-self prepares to be reborn and know Itself for the first time, as the shoot, the bud, the wild greening star.
The Three of Cups illuminates the urge to rejoice in the manifest, the risen Body, the pathways of connection and joy that lead us home to the Heart. The Two joined as One, the toast to Unity, to Union. The Beloved as the indivisible multiplicity of the One.
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