The Daily Deskhenge:
Today’s set-up is another one of opposites, I think . Look at the colors in the cards: In the Ascended Masters card (Quan Yin in all her floaty loveliness saying “Let it go”), blue skies are surrounded by deep rusty blood-red, while in the Tarot card, the Knight of Swords flies passionately through a field of mostly blue with only flashes of his blood-red cape and feathery plume streaming behind him. What does this signify, and what can it mean? The rusty red intimates groundedness to me–the rootedness of blood and the first chakra, being aware of and present in the body-form; the pale blue signifies clarity–clarity of purpose, clarity of meaning, almost a simplicity and lack of complexity that goes along with having a clearly defined plan and purpose. Quan Yin, the forgiving mother who has promised never to leave anyone behind unenlightened, is blessed from above but firmly rooted to the ground. She is tied to earth of her own free will. The Knight of Wands on the other hand does not touch the earth–hell, he barely touches his horse, who in turn doesn’t touch the earth because he is running so fast. These two cards could not represent any potentialities more in opposition if they tried, so what does it mean when they appear together?
Is it possible to release with forgiveness and gentleness all those passions of our youth (or our early days, for those of us who are still “youths”)? All those mighty dreams we had about how we were going to conquer the world, perhaps inscribing our names into the global book of memory before we died, or maybe become a subject about which future grade-school children recite poems at Thanksgiving? (Or is this just referring to me? 😉 ) Are we being called to let those passionate distractions go, because that’s all they are: distractions that keep you/me/us from our real purpose here? When I got out of college, I was convinced that I was going to become the Voice of My Generation. I had no idea how, but I was sure that my destiny was that mighty. Ever since, I’ve barely been able to write a single word. I’m not only light-years away from being the Voice of My Generation; I’m pretty sure I don’t even qualify as the predominant Voice in My Car On The Drive Home From Work because I have the radio on and must surrender that title to Lady Gaga. This is not to say I’m not without other gifts and good qualities, but how many of those gifts have been squandered and left to wither and die of starvation on the altar of The Great American (Unwritten) Novel while I pine for my lost words? And how much longer am I going to let this go on?
What passionate idea/belief/construct can you let go of now, in order to take up the more rooted, grounded, real you that you are destined to be?
The Daily Deskhenge 