2019-A Hanged Man Year- in three parts

Reduced to 12, 2019 rang in a Hanged Man Year.  The Hanged Man is part of the Empress constellation which also includes the World.  These three cards make up the three parts and the three manifestations we will find as we journey through 2019.

The order does not give preference.  Are you completing a major project (World) then taking time after to get a new perspective (The Hanged Man) as abundance (Empress) comes your way?  Or is the inertia (The Hanged Man) continuing while opportunity (Empress) seems to slip away as everyone (The World) seems occupied elsewhere?  Are you quietly working on various creative outlets (Empress) while waiting (The Hanged Man) for the right timing to bring in that big win, that big contract(The World)?

Three paths, thee ways of manifestation- 2019 has a while to go before we can be sure.

 

February 1st- Imbolc- are you ready?

February 1: 10 to 12 degrees Aquarius; Mercury decan; Aquarius/Gemini.

Feast Day: Imbolc, also called Oimelc, Brighid, or St. Brigit’s Day.

The cards in play include the High Priestess, trump number two and the Page of Pentacles, today overarching the Star trump, the Six of Swords and the King of Cups. The Star trump is assigned the zodiac sign of Aquarius, while the Six of Swords is associated with the Mercury decan of 10 to 20 degrees Aquarius and the King of Cups covers the calendar month of February. Diane Stein describes the Star as Persephone emerging from the pool reborn, purified and cleansed; she “accepts the new order of her own choice.”

Imbolc is celebrated six weeks after the Winter Solstice and six weeks before the Spring Equinox. One of the four cross-quarter fire celebrations of the Celtic world, Imbolc is also known as Oimelc, Brighid, St Brigit’s Eve, Eve of Bride and Brigantia. It is the High Priestess and the Page of Discs that are associated with Imbolc.

 

High Priestess from the Way of the Wheel Tarot

Page of Pentacles from the Way of the Wheel Tarot

 

 

The 2019 Buzz

Yesterday I presented part one of three sessions on 2019, The Hanged Man Year in the Empress Constellation.  Next month is the session on the World card, also part of the Empress constellation.

Here is a link to the meetup page.  Please consider attending if you are in Santa Fe New Mexico.

2019 In three parts- The World

Monday, Feb 11, 2019, 7:00 PM

Santa Fe Public Library – Southside Branch
6599 Jaguar Drive Santa Fe, NM

2 Members Attending

2+ 0+1+9 equals 12, The Hanged Man, in the Empress constellation of cards, that includes the World card. Is Trump 21 a dyslexic version of the Hanged Man? Together we’ll explore the role of the World in the upcoming year and in your personal life. We will finish with a card spread based on the number 21 and the World, the last card of the trump c…

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Capricorn Tarot Card Poetry

Two of Discs:

A pair,

Matching and balanced,

A sweep of my vanity sends sparkles across the room.

Shimmering

I toss my head once again.

A gift, a luxury,

yet the regard, the appreciation,

adds value and worth.

For beauty begets beauty

a tangible thing to charge the moment.

Spirit and soul, left and right

A pair, a set

Useless alone.

 

Three of Discs:

Stone husks remain.

Time immemorial.

Beyond the reach of memory.

Indefinitely ancient

before history abandoned it.

Now still,

the deserted community bakes,

silently soaking up the sunshine.

Care and pride in the form of stone, pine, mud, and straw.

Old to ancient, the cross beams hold,

strong vegas against the rot of time.

Triple doorways aligned with the sun.

Yet now no drums, no dancing,

turquoise, painted pottery, cocoa, macaw feathers, baskets, gone.

The power of the light marked by the giant stone dagger,

a blade so huge it pierced the sky,

split the wheel of the year in half,

the summer solstice noon,

bled the clouds, it promised rain.

Slowly, the walls chip away, turning to dust,

and wind,

as all things do.

 

Four of Discs

Slow

progress takes its toll.

The dung beetle rolls the Sun across the sky:

the ant hoists the crumb above its head:

the turtle catches the hare.

It can be an uphill battle,

slide on a slippery slope.

Toes in the mud, the cool grass to hid in among

up to the knees.

Knee deep.

The cricket remains quiet,

and the grasshopper is still.

At the center, at the beginning,

it was only

one.

Fall Equinox

September 22: 0 degrees Libra. Feast Day: Autumnal Equinox also called Mabon, Alban Elved or Haligmonad.

Cards in play for the today are Judgment, trump number twenty and the Ace of Cups, elemental opposites.  Water puts out fire and is thus it’s opposite. Fire turns water from a liquid into a gas, steam. Their power supersedes the power of the Queen of Swords, assigned the month of September. All fall under the protection of the Page of Cups, associated with autumn. The Judgement trump rules 0 degrees Libra, and is associated with elemental fire.  The Golden Dawn title for this trump is the Spirit of Primal Fire.

The Ace of Cups rules 0 degrees Libra and is associated with elemental water, with the Golden Dawn title for the Ace of Cups is the Root of the Powers of Water.  Today, at the Equinox, the watery moon leads the night as the seeds of elemental water, while the Sun sets it’s equal day, as Judgment, the elemental fire.

All the queens are associated with the equinoxes and solstices. Called Cardinal cusps the queens impel the change of season but as relative to the season just passed. Therefore the Fall Equinox is symbolized by the Queen of Swords who wields the Ace of Cups as elemental water, as the power that manifests autumn.

The Queen of Swords is assigned the calendar month of September. The Ace of Cups and the Queen of Swords are balanced together in the last decan of Virgo, between the Hermit and Justice, the symbol of Libra. Additionally, Trumps not associated with a zodiac sign have specific sabbats.  The Sun trump is linked to all the sabbats, as they are solar holidays but specific  trumps rule specific sabbats.   The Magician rules the Winter Solstice while the Empress is associated with the Spring Equinox.  The Summer Solstice is associated with the Hanged Man.

10 of Discs, last decanante of Virgo

Ten of Discs

20 to 30 degrees Virgo; Ruled by Pluto, Venus & Mercury, Lord of Wealth, “Ultimate Security and Exchange.”

Pentacles, Discs, Coins, Stars,

Stones, Circles, Shields, Orb all.

Spheres for fear.

Diamonds, rust, all the balls fall.

Juggling for balance, or alliance.

Winding the way through the path, cutting a swath

The labyrinth twists and turns in upon itself, then out again

A woven circle journey outlined in stones.

A toss of the coin, reach for the stars, pull out the shields.

Mountains in the distance,

pocket change jingling

dwindling,

just give it all away.

September and the Queen of Swords

Queen of Swords

The butterflies are but daydreams.

I carry on the oracle tradition,

I do as my mother did.

Grim and sad little girls grow

And become grim and sad women.

Every day brings clouds and crows.

I can discriminate, foretell.

I merely glance at the sword.

It reflects, it shines, it blinds.

I find my distractions in the high wheeling birds.

There is no escape.

I number my days with crows, clouds, and the sword.

Nine of Discs

Nine of Discs:

10 to 20 degrees Virgo; Ruled by Neptune, Saturn and Venus; Lord of Material Gain; “Direction of Security and Exchange.”

The tattooed night sky

energized by swirling illuminates

burst, beg and beckon

beacons of light,

LUX

swooping like meteors,

like shooting stars, fireflies

fireworks and sparklers

reaching to just touch,

just to brush my fingertips

a butterfly kiss, a caress

a whisper, that’s all,

a tiny thought released to the wind and the stars

floating in a Starry Starry Night,

now inked upon my arms.

Virgo and the Hermit

The Hermit

My mantra for the nine-fold path of my journey, 

I am but a moth. 

I do not fear the dark. 

My walking meditation is facile,

my pilgrimage is continuous. 

One foot fall follows another. 

It is more difficult to remain still. 

A gray exterior and an aging frame creak

yet my heart is ecstasy.