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Showing posts with label tarot cards. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tarot cards. Show all posts
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Wednesday, 30 December 2015
The Big Truth....
"Truth is Poetry
And no-one likes fucking poetry"
(overheard in Washington DC)
Here's one thing that you don't know about me, I read Tarot Cards. Now, before you click away from this post, groaning..."Oh no, not one of those..." , I do it for fun.
Before I became the entertaining, though slightly cringeworthy drunk person at parties, I could often be prevailed upon to "read" someone's future. I once did a charity event as "Mystic Meg".
An interesting (?) fact about Tarot Cards, is that everyone gets their knickers in a twist if the Death Card comes up, or the "Hanged Man". Neither of these cards are anything to worry about - Death merely means change, and the Hanged Man means you are in "limbo" between decisions. Basically everyday stuff - it could just signify the angst you are feeling about choosing a new washing machine.
No, the card that should be giving you the hebegeebees (sp?) is the 3 of Swords. The 3 of Swords is :
"the most dreaded cards in a tarot deck. Life does bring us these moments, and the card signifies this. It represents a new raw pain...Swords represent Truth, and this is the case of Truth hurting very much"
Last New Year's Eve, before I was completely hammered, I did perform my "mystic powers" on the crowd at the party and for fun....I did a reading for myself...
And, guess what? Yep, the dreaded Three of Swords.
Fuck, I thought. And then did what every mystic charlatan does - I reshuffled, dealt the cards again, to get a better reading.
Three of Swords, again.
This is just Bullshit, I thought. Just a bit of fun.
And I poured another glass of wine....
If I were to retrospectively attach a word to 2015, (like the lovely Anne), then it would undoubtedly be "Truth".
Truths which were raw and painful, but that had to be faced.......
The "Truth" about my drinking
The "Truth" about my behaviour
The "Truth" about the damage I was doing to my health, my life and my relationships.
The Truth is Poetry.
Poetry is beautiful, it teaches us about life, the universe, our emotions, and what it is to be human. But it is often inaccessible, and easily discarded as "irrelevant" and "non essential".
We often disregard Truths, that are too awkward, too painful, too humiliating to deal with.
But like Poetry, if you work at it, if you deconstruct it, if you look for the hidden meaning in the stanzas, if you look for the message that the poet hoped you would hear......Truth will change and enrich your life in ways you never thought possible.
It happened to me. I saw it in the cards.
I wish all of you a Truthful, Sober, Happy Happy Happy New Year.....
Mystic Wine Bitch xxx
Do you have Dreams and Goals? Think Bigger......New Post Here.
And no-one likes fucking poetry"
(overheard in Washington DC)
Here's one thing that you don't know about me, I read Tarot Cards. Now, before you click away from this post, groaning..."Oh no, not one of those..." , I do it for fun.
Before I became the entertaining, though slightly cringeworthy drunk person at parties, I could often be prevailed upon to "read" someone's future. I once did a charity event as "Mystic Meg".
An interesting (?) fact about Tarot Cards, is that everyone gets their knickers in a twist if the Death Card comes up, or the "Hanged Man". Neither of these cards are anything to worry about - Death merely means change, and the Hanged Man means you are in "limbo" between decisions. Basically everyday stuff - it could just signify the angst you are feeling about choosing a new washing machine.
No, the card that should be giving you the hebegeebees (sp?) is the 3 of Swords. The 3 of Swords is :
"the most dreaded cards in a tarot deck. Life does bring us these moments, and the card signifies this. It represents a new raw pain...Swords represent Truth, and this is the case of Truth hurting very much"
Last New Year's Eve, before I was completely hammered, I did perform my "mystic powers" on the crowd at the party and for fun....I did a reading for myself...
And, guess what? Yep, the dreaded Three of Swords.
Fuck, I thought. And then did what every mystic charlatan does - I reshuffled, dealt the cards again, to get a better reading.
Three of Swords, again.
This is just Bullshit, I thought. Just a bit of fun.
And I poured another glass of wine....
If I were to retrospectively attach a word to 2015, (like the lovely Anne), then it would undoubtedly be "Truth".
Truths which were raw and painful, but that had to be faced.......
The "Truth" about my drinking
The "Truth" about my behaviour
The "Truth" about the damage I was doing to my health, my life and my relationships.
The Truth is Poetry.
Poetry is beautiful, it teaches us about life, the universe, our emotions, and what it is to be human. But it is often inaccessible, and easily discarded as "irrelevant" and "non essential".
We often disregard Truths, that are too awkward, too painful, too humiliating to deal with.
But like Poetry, if you work at it, if you deconstruct it, if you look for the hidden meaning in the stanzas, if you look for the message that the poet hoped you would hear......Truth will change and enrich your life in ways you never thought possible.
It happened to me. I saw it in the cards.
I wish all of you a Truthful, Sober, Happy Happy Happy New Year.....
Mystic Wine Bitch xxx
Do you have Dreams and Goals? Think Bigger......New Post Here.
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