Added to the alter, this year’s last rose & pomegranate picked from the bush & tree planted by Mom & Dad so very long ago.
At this time of the year when the veil is thin, what messages may come from the ones who have passed before us? I lit a candle, said a prayer, and rang a bell; let’s begin. I placed the Elder of Fire card in the middle, representing the Ancestors, and set my intention to hear their messages. I randomly pulled cards for the four directions, North, East, South, and West from the suits of Earth, Air, Fire, and Water. I first noticed the two 7s – Seven of Air and Seven of Water. I then added up the numbers on the cards for the four corners, 8, 7, 7, and 3 equaling 25, which reduces to 7! Seven is a number of magic, mystery, and spirituality.
The beautiful cards in this spread are from Gaian Tarot. http://www.gaiantarot.com/
Eight of Earth – What are we manifesting and are we disciplined in developing our gifts and passing them on to others. The greatest joy comes to us during the times when we are sharing what we have learned with others. Don’t forget to tell the stories of your life and your ancestors, for they are important to pass on to the next generation.
Seven of Air – Are we living in our head too much and neglecting the map of our heart? Sometimes we find ourselves living someone else’s map. It’s never too late to change directions, throw away the map, or create our one of own.
Seven of Water – There are so many dreams out there, shiny objects, it can be distracting and at times, preventing us from making a choice. Be bold, choose, drink from the cup. There will still be other dreams whispering to us for another time.
Three of Fire – When I pulled the Three of Fire, I heard them say “Have fun, love with all your heart, live a life of passion, look into the eyes of your beloved, laugh with friends and family, and dance with abandon to the music of your soul”.
From the play “Our Town” by Thornton Wilder – Emily: “Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it?–every, every minute?”
Stage Manager: “No. Saints and poets, maybe–they do some.”