The Tarotcast – Week of July 11, 2016

This week, we’re moving away from both the Majors (the larger themes of Soul and meaning) and the Courts (different aspects of the personality seeking expression within and outside you) and into the world of Minors.

This means that, for the most part, the reading is interested in the practicalities of life as it is lived out by and through you. For the most part.

Because the final card, which we’ll get to later, is not day-to-day; it isn’t as accessible, nor is it guaranteed. But it is available to you — wholly and unconditionally. More on that as we move through the cards, left to right, starting with the Two of Disks as card number one in the reading.

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Two of Disks, Three of Swords, Ace of Wands from The Röhrig Tarot deck, created by Carl-W. Röhrig © US Games, Inc. Click on the image for a larger version.

A juggling act. “Change.” That’s the foundation you’re working with — the matter that lies underneath and informs what you’re currently negotiating. The Two of Disks, as Change in the Minor Arcana, holds the current of the desire to find balance in the physical world. This is not so much creative, emotional, or intellectual — though each and every one of those aspects will be present because Disks are the last suit in the Minors; they hold the signature of all the suits before it.

Rather, quite recently your creative drive, your emotions, and your thoughts coalesced into something tangible or into a phase where you were being asked to integrate something in a practical way. It’s early days yet, and you’re still finding your feet. This process may even have been experienced as more literal than you’re used to, or than you are typically comfortable with.

There is a baptism-of-fire quality to the Two of Disks, because it represents the point where theory and preparation have to make way for practice. Let’s go back to that phrase “juggling act” and use it as a example. You can read about juggling; you can buy the juggling balls — but no amount of reading or equipment will substitute for the immersive experience of rolling up your sleeves and getting your hands dirty.

Here’s another example: there is that wobble when the child, training wheels finally removed, takes control of the bicycle as the attending adult lets go. Momentum is the key; rhythm is the key. Stop peddling, or analyse too much, or take those pangs of fear seriously, and that wobble has a propensity to turn into a swift bump back to earth.

Which is fine. This is what practice is.

And the aim of practice has been to be able to simultaneously keep things in motion while dealing with the constant of inconstancy.

So that is the background to your story — the story you’re dealing with right now. The story that finds you standing in front of the door of the Three of Swords.

Where Disks are the physical world, Swords are the mind. And here, your mind is under some pressure — pressure enough that you can feel isolated from your vitality and purpose — from your light. If the Two of Disks is about seeking physical and material balance, the Two of Swords is about seeking mental balance; and the Three of Swords is the realisation of the painful complexity of conflicting thoughts.

There is sorrow — as is stated clearly on the card in several places — because there is a perceived sacrifice: in order to restore balance, it looks like one sword needs to be removed. In this case, sorrow may be the mourning of the loss of simplicity, an unwelcome complication, a third option that, instead of creating clarity, takes up apparently equal residence with the status quo.

If you are finding yourself saying, “Why do things have to be so fucking complicated!” or “I long for the time when life was more simple,” or “It’s not FAIR! Everything was FINE when it was just about me!” — well, then: welcome to the Three of Swords.

Your mind is pulling one way, reality another.

And the feeling this creates is only amplified next to the Two of Disks. “Bloody hell! I only just got started with this — and now look at what’s happening!”

But the tarot holds a key for every door that appears barred to you, and in this reading it is found in the final card — the one card that is not of this world — the Ace of Wands, the non-incarnate, limitless potential of fire.

This is what the Ace of Wands is saying to you:

You need to take a step back (or, strictly speaking, two: from Three to Ace).

That doesn’t necessarily mean starting again on a practical level, though it may well mean approaching what you’re facing from a new angle, with a different attitude, and a curiosity about what possibilities exist when you’re not so hell-bent on believing everything you tell yourself.

Easier said than done, though, no? The mind, after all, is one of the most powerful and convincing, sometimes tricksiest, resources we have at our disposal. And this particular thought is yelling tales of scarcity at you. There’s not enough; you’re not enough; the world is not enough. The Three of Swords is a deeply existential form of mourning of what was, and what could have been.

But it’s only a beginning. It is a Three. It is the wobble that comes after you strike out alone on the two wheels of that bicycle. It is the longing for stability again.

It is also your greatest gift if you can see it for what it is, and then move past it. You do this by taking those steps back — back to your gut, your fire, what is available to you in a surge of erotic creativity — if you are able to believe in its presence and reach for it.

Can you believe in the invisible fire when the only proof of its presence is perhaps the low hum of a promise coursing through you? Can you believe in the invisible fire if that hum isn’t there? Are you prepared to reach out and ask for it, and see what comes to you?

Are you prepared to feel deeply into the disconnect, or complexity, or sorrow that is so very present in you, and find what lies behind it?

Something is seeking expression, but it demands action on your part — even if that action is just a willingness to look at what’s blocking you and entertain the possibility that it is concealing something else.

This is NOT about false hope. False hope is a thought. With the Ace of Wands, we are no longer in the land of thoughts.

We are in the land of fire — the least tangible, least accessible suit, but you know it when it starts enlivening through you. Butterflies in your belly; anticipation; a dissolving of the edges of your obdurate belief systems that reveals something highly creative. You may never have encountered it before. You may be inclined to play it down or dismiss it — in which case it will listen to you and cease to bother you.

But through your Sorrow you can initiate yourself, and begin again in something that at the very least may simply feel better or more right — or could be the kind of change that you’ve been preparing yourself for for some time now.

Big change.

If you want to grow, do it now. There is no good time; there is no better time.

 

Astrology Correspondences: Two of Disks (Jupiter in Capricorn), Three of Swords (Saturn in Libra), Ace of Wands (the pure, limitless potential of fire)

15 comments On The Tarotcast – Week of July 11, 2016

  • breathtaking work Sarah. And your writing is also just great. Thank you.

  • Thank you, thank you, thank you. I needed this so very badly.

  • This is a beautifully written and amazingly accurate (to me) reading. Your explanations are fascinating and profound. Thank you. 🙂

  • Beautifully delivered and timely message! Thanks Sarah😄

  • Sarah, you write in such a way that we can see so clearly how it relates to our life and how we can use this information/wisdom in our life. Thank you so very much! It’s certainly helped me look at the current sorrow I am feeling now, in a whole new light. Namaste

    • Integrated Tarot

      Sometimes it is that seeing in a different light that repositions us in our stories, Leilani. You’re very welcome!

  • Sarah, this is such a profound explanation of my current mental state. I am always grateful for your readings because you help me navigate this odd and frightening time in my life. Today i am already aware of the message before i read it and so it resonates strongly with me and validates an aspect of my awareness that is subject to constant attack and often falls into a state of confusion. Thanks for supporting my highest ambition. It is a wonderful gift you offer me weekly and none my needed than this particular weeks reading. My the universe reward you greatly!

    • Integrated Tarot

      Jim, I’m very glad that the reading is able to support and validate you. I often say that the cards have been most powerful for me when they have validated something I am thinking or feeling: I am seen and acknowledged; they are an affirmation to “Keep going.”

      And thank you.

  • Dear Sarah, I have been reading and rereading this. I am indeed on the cusp of enormous change. Yes, butterflies in the stomach are being felt, as well as the sorrow and exciting possibilities. Thank you so much for this. It just validates I am exactly where I need to be! Love you, Deb

  • ‘Are you prepared to feel deeply into the disconnect, or complexity, or sorrow that is so very present in you, and find what lies behind it?’

    Big question. It may be nothing more than a (once? once upon a time?) habitual form of self-confoundment! Some years ago i composed a poem that started ‘I wait for you at the end of time’: and a few months later on a reread it dawned on me that ‘at the end of time’ there is ‘no time’, so if i was waiting, then ‘at the end of time’ was where i was not! and i was not there! Self-confoundment…

    Whenever i have some seemingly bizarre revelation about myself, it makes me laugh. I say all this because there’s a particular laugh i laugh where there is no disconnect, no complexity, and no sorrow. Now i’m laughing because somewhere in my head i have, correction, did have ‘bliss’ filed somewhere near post-coital gratification, floating in the sea watching clouds, the rousing chords of a musical symphony, and that two minutes of tango that ‘connected’, all very beautiful and honest experiences, but my bliss? Nah. The feeling of thunder? Pretty amazing and tremendously powerful, but my bliss. Nope.

    Just beyond these words there is laughter: ‘vagarious essence’, ‘inhabitants of this orbit’, and ‘i laugh at myself smoking tobacco’. Bliss.

    Shit up to my knees.
    After a shower under refreshing cool water
    listening to music that makes me smile
    shit subsides to ankle depth.
    What wondrous progress!
    And now, walking freely!
    going no place
    meeting no one;
    laughing, leaking vessel
    smokes tobacco
    in the quiet of evening.
    Ha!

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