Three of Pentacles

Today I pulled the Three of Pentacles from the Bohemian Gothic. Frankenstein stands apparently looking out a window. His hand reaches up to feel the connections at his neck. He seems somewhat lost and bewildered. "What is happening to me? There is a strangenss to my exisitance. I am here and alive and yet something is not quite as it should be."

The creator stands in the back ground. He has been speaking and expressing himself with a flourish. The creator is pleased with what he has done. Pleased with his accomplishments. Does he consider the feelings of his creation, his "child?" Is he even aware of the emotional and intellectual capcity of his creation?

They are surrounded by the trapping of knowledge. Books and items used to explore the world of science. What do they choose to do with this knowledge? Is the pursuit of knowledge the most important thing? Why or Why not?

What is this card saying to me at this time in my life? I am pursuing knowdge. Am I tempering the pursuit of knowledge of the world and the arcane with knowledge of self? I believe I am striving to stike a balance. I have received recognition from others for my creative endeavors and have attempted to share my skills through teaching others.

In looking at this card I feel the message is that I need to delve deeper into the area of self discovery.

In comparison, the Three of Pentacles in the Victorian Romantic shows an older craftsperson making toys for the children who watch enthralled. He is very adept at his craft and enjoys sharing with the children. Perhaps he will teach them. Maybe take them on as apprentices. The old sharing with the young.

This card makes me think about the young people who have asked me to mentor them. Share what I know in a companionable way. Safety first as the knife is sharp.

Tother the cards seem to say to me, share your knowledge. Don't be to full of yourself. Be humble as a child.

Nine Of Swords

I began this day by pulling the Nine of Swords from the Victorian Romantic. I find this very interesting as I have been having some very odd and distrurbing dreams over the last few nights. While none of these dreams has caused me distress, I have felt curious about their meanings. The woman in the card appears with her eyes closed and she has her back to the veiw of the harbor. What would she see if her eyes were open? Is she just sleepwalking through life? Am I not taking in the full veiw?

I'll take some time today to think about how be more aware of what is going on around me.

Being Chosen

It was a hard decision for me. Much harder than I thought it would be. So many of my decks seemed to be calling to me. I want to reflect on several decks. Each one has it's own special merits.

I really love my Tarot of Dreams. I carry it with me in my purse. Luckily I was able to get a copy of the mass market edition so I've taken my limited edition out of my purse. The colors, and images are so vibrant and alive it really speaks to me. It is such an easy to read deck. The Legacy of the Divine is much the same. Yet I hesitated to choose either of these as my Primary Deck for reflection. Things come so easily with them I wanted more of a challenge.

The Roots of Asia is another inspiring deck. It swirls with mysticism. It calls for meditation. It invites me to think about what I believe. Still this deck isn't right in some way for this pursuit. Something is missing there that I feel the need for.

I considered both of my Fairy Tale decks, the MRP and the Lisa Hunt. The stories that coincide with each card certainly lend a great deal to their study. I want very much to take time to explore them. Each of these decks is beautiful and inspiring. I do want to spend time with them.

However, the Bohemian Gothic keeps calling to me. Her siren song is always there. She beckons me. Her sister, the Victorian Romantic clamours for my attention. Jealous of my attention they haunt me. They whisper their secrets in voices so soft I can't quite hear unless I focus my attention upon them fully. They have drawn me in and so I succumb to their lure. Dare I say I have chosen them? No, it is they who have chosen me.