So you’ve scoured ‘how to’ texts by Tarot authors and influencers, ancient esoteric material and have a regular Tarot practise. A bunch of tried and tested spreads at your finger tips and have got to grips this Tarot thing. You know what you’re doing is right. The books say so. Your peers are in awe of your learnedness.
There is a time in every learning curve when one of two things happen. We can become excellent, well regarded and knowledgeable, or we can be the Fool and jump into the formless. Experiment, question, look at the cards, their uses and applications and play with them, enjoy them and discover stuff in them, about them and surrounding them.
The difference between following the route prescribed on google maps or switching the damned thing off and exploring the back streets, hidden courtyards and perhaps coming across Diagon Alley or a portal to the same place in a different dimension.
The difference between Eight of Coins and ALL of the aces.
Proficiency is nice. It’s safe. It has the gentle assurance of approval. It can be tested and certified. You can hang it on your wall.
The deep is scary, often scorned and it is entirely possible to disappear down useless rabbit holes of ones own digging. But that’s ok. Because you can usually recognise this has happened, emerge, have a ‘Star’ moment to regroup and then check out another route, peeping around the corners, under the bushes and through the windows as you go.
I urge readers of Tarot, cards of all kinds, diviners and scryers, rune casters and i ching chuckers to learn the stuff that already is, and then take a flying, shouting, swearing, singing exuberant, arm flinging, legs cycling leap off the scaffold.
Who knows what treasures you might unearth, invent or create?
Two things come to mind here – a quote from my gorgeously life loving mum ‘We aren’t lost Fay, we’re having an adventure’. This was usually said smilingly as we tramped endlessly around some moor or wood trying to find our way back to civilisation after she had insisted on going ‘off path’, (she did this often), and we had ‘adventures’ on a very regular basis – most memorably involving a bog on the isle of Iona as we headed off to find some of the green Iona stone on the beach at the far side of the island on a very cold, rainy day with the threat of missing the ferry back to the mainland looming larger by the second……
I admire my mum’s take on life.
And for some reason, the spoken part of a Prince song from the mid 1980s – I’m not at all sure why, perhaps you might know…
“Let’s Go Grazy”
(from “Purple Rain” soundtrack)
We are gathered here today
To get through this thing called life
Electric word life
It means forever and that’s a mighty long time
But I’m here to tell you
There’s something else
A world of never ending happiness
You can always see the sun, day or night
So when you call up that shrink in Beverly Hills
You know the one – Dr Everything’ll Be Alright
Instead of asking him how much of your time is left
Ask him how much of your mind, baby
‘Cause in this life
Things are much harder than in the afterworld
In this life
You’re on your own’
Embrace XVIII The Moon