It’s shit – that moment when you realise that not only is the tarot never going to deal you the cards you want to hold; life isn’t going to either. You know too much. You see too much. Interpretations are no longer one-dimensional, straightforward.Read More
A Reader’s Accounting Tarot, Psyche, & the Matter of Self-Activism Originally published in Tarosophist International Magazine, II.12 (34), with thanks. Taken on the island of Jersey, UK, at Devil’s Hole, St. Mary. In 2019, I decided to discontinue one-to-one tarot readings*. Once again I had reached the crossroads that I’d been to several times as…Read More
A new video – the first of two parts – where I talk about my thoughts on Jungian/Analytical Psychology, and (coming up in the second video) how I bring and apply it to my work. Click the video below to view.Read More
As with dreams, tarot prefers to communicate using symbol and metaphor. Often, it is a language that on the surface appears nonsensical, but which we find we can understand once we become willing and able translators. Elements that would make strange dance partners in our everyday life move together with harmony and fluidity; and we take it all in. There is a part of us that is adept at moving in the same rhythm, and it is this part that takes over when we work with tarot.Read More
“The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek.” ~ Joseph Campbell. The entrance to the Hell Fire Caves in West Wycombe, Bucks. Consider this a quasi-Part-II to the “No Guru, No Method, No Teacher” post I did earlier this month about forging one’s own path. Up until a year ago, I…Read More
For a very long time, I considered myself a bit of a charlatan.
I’ve been a jack of all trades; and a master of none. I have talked about, and worked with, tarot, but I have never managed to fully tread the path of the adept in anything tarot-related.
One of the greatest gifts that a Jungian approach to tarot – and to my own life – has given me has been indescribably precious: The understanding that the crisis and breakdown that I was plunged into aged 34 was not only normal, but a rite of passage.Read More
I can remember a moment when my style of tarot reading changed significantly. Actually, it was more than that: it was the moment when I started to relate differently to what I once thought was separate from me.Read More