I did an Autumn Equinox reading the other night with the Margarete Petersen Tarot using this spread by Ethony, which I love for its pith and simplicity. It was very forthcoming with some themes carrying over from a few months ago, which is always interesting, to see how the thread winds its way through your life.
| Margarete Petersen Tarot |
I spent some time sitting with the cards before turning them over. The backs of these cards lent themselves perfectly to the Autumn mood and it was a nice way to drop in and enjoy the moment both visually and energetically.
Harvest ~ The Hierophant
Compost ~ Mother of Flames
Light ~ Daughter of Flames
Dark ~ Mother of Feathers
The gesture of your hand
shows your calling. Transforming
suffering into knowing, we get to
know the universe--as breath heralds
your existence.
I love this, love the somatic component, bringing it all into the body and the breath beneath it, gesture as intention. Strong and sobering stuff, this. There is a Black Madonna quality to this depiction. Here She arrives bearing the gifts of luminous Shadow, integatrix of light and dark. The snakeskin in the right foreground echoes this theme and also brings that ancient Minoan goddess into my awareness, with her taming of the kundalini energy.
Here amidst stars and light her blackness shines as she interprets the sacred mysteries of service and surrender, stardust and cell.
Lots of female energy here surrounding one lone traditionally-depicted male, and a Major at that. Interestingly this card, The Hierophant, was the response to the question, 'what deep fear am I working through,' way back in August for the Wild Soul Tarot Challenge on IG hosted by Lindsay Mack. Its appearance here tells me that perhaps I've got more readiness to work towards integration of his role in my teaching life. It is an area I feel conflicted about, this double Hermit who likes her mountain and her books. Of the Hierophant, the deck's creator, Margarete Petersen says,
shows your calling. Transforming
suffering into knowing, we get to
know the universe--as breath heralds
your existence.
I love this, love the somatic component, bringing it all into the body and the breath beneath it, gesture as intention. Strong and sobering stuff, this. There is a Black Madonna quality to this depiction. Here She arrives bearing the gifts of luminous Shadow, integatrix of light and dark. The snakeskin in the right foreground echoes this theme and also brings that ancient Minoan goddess into my awareness, with her taming of the kundalini energy.
Here amidst stars and light her blackness shines as she interprets the sacred mysteries of service and surrender, stardust and cell.
And here in the position of Compost is the Mother of Flames aka Queen of Wands. Her poetic description is all about the purifying fire one would associate with a Kali or Durga figure or the Tibetan dakini, Vajra Yogini, or the Hawaiian goddess Pele.
Rider of tigers I am. I tear apart
the patterns that restrict spontaneous
expression of my being. I am crimson
red, mother of all colors. Barefoot,
pounding sparks from the soil, I
burn and transmute the food
in my intestines. I change hate into love
envy and greed into compassion. I plant
fresh green plants into black lava soil.
That this is energy for me to compost is curious. Though I felt that its explanation lay in the card following it, what to take into the world, the Daughter of Flames, her progeny.
Here we see an actual dancing figure amidst all the flaming energy as opposed to its culmination in the previous card. She is wild and free and is intimately aware of her lineage.
My mother gave the gift of song to me.
My father inspiration. My brother rhythm.
Heat and rhythm have made my body fluid.
Dancing on the periphery well outside of
old habits I feel connected to my core. Jumping into the center I am one with all that exists outside of my perception. While I dance, my boundaries shift and the flower in my bosom opens up. I open my arms and embrace the world.
These words are so intimately relevant for me right now as themes of belonging and retreat spiral around and around asking and re-asking for my attention, my lens, my love. Her placement here is asking me once again to visit place, community and belonging.
To complete the reading in the place of Dark--what to meditate on, the Mother of Feathers appears. Again themes of movement are key. This time through the element of air, of wind, the realm of great winged birds.
She is the coolness amidst the fire of the previous cards, a perfect mediating influence and conducive to the meditation this card position asks of her.
I am mother of all movement. Invisible, I
move in all directions and leave no trace. I play with the leaves of trees and dry laundry in the wind. My spirit is present in all. No prison can hold me because I penetrate all. I look inside as well as outside. I see new, freshly born thoughts still wet from birth. They are soft, transparent, organizing themselves into feathers, plumage, wings of swans through the air, breathing the happiness of belonging.
That last phrase is an eerie echo of the focus the previous card is asking of me, the dance of belonging. And again the thread of how imprisoning thoughts and patterns are. The sense is that rather than 'trying' to change them instead allowing the body to be porous, to loosen and be breathed and permeated with Spirit is the medicine offered. Lots to meditate on here,













