So, it’s late. I’m tired. I worked very hard on my site today—the kind of work that makes me all OCD for hours on end, the kind that nobody can even see but me. It’s 11pm already, I just finished eating the pot pie dinner that took an hour to cook because I forgot to turn on the oven. I’m not written ahead for the daily forecast, the way I prefer. It has been like that lately.
I do a card draw, ready to pop off a quick snapshot on my cell phone and whip up a column. Wham, bam, thank-you-ma’am. Efficient, right? I’ve been doing this a few years now.
Great. I drew Death.
I didn’t even consider putting it back and calling a do-over.
“Thanks, Tarot,” I say with just a hint of sarcasm. Enough to be true to my feelings, but not so much as to piss the cards off. I was hoping for an easy one tonight.
There is no amount of spin that will ever make people happy to see the Death card. There is no amount of spin that will ever make ME happy to see the Death card. But it’s absolutely true, sometimes it’s the best card in the deck.
When it’s the card that carries the message you need.
Most of y’all been reading here long enough, I’ll spare you the “it’s really about transformation” Pollyanna bullshit.
Yes, Death IS transformation.
Death is also generally not pleasant transformation.
But nevertheless, Death represents a NECESSARY transformation. It’s the clearing out of rot. It’s the cutting away of disease. It’s the blast of utter devastation that clears the land for new growth. Without death, there would be no more life. Only that which is sick dies.
I can also tell you how to handle it, if this is where you’re at: let go. Let go, let go, let go! Release and accept. Cry if you will, rant if you must, but do NOT fight the writing on the wall, lest some of the debris crash atop your head while you’re busy clinging and denying.
Here’s to hoping you have no idea in Hell what I’m talking about.
Legacy of the Divine Tarot
by Ciro Marchetti
Schedule a consultation with Dixie. Before the walls cave in.