November 20, 2012
An Endless Dance with Death
Posted by Æreon Jægerjacquez
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I'm back again with another brief monologue installment. Things have been so busy lately, as it always is at this time of the year -- conferences, administration work, sickness and the like often come to mind.
Strangely enough, it turns out that my dad has been diagnosed with Lymphoma and is now on a steady course of radiation treatment. Between conflicting opinions between doctors, one doesn't really know what to say, except for wondering whether cancer is passed down patrilineally. I hope not.
Among all of the above sickness and the like, there are also the other, more subtle, day-to-day nuances. These range from a fake friend, bad dates, personae non gratae, a love-interest, a journey of self-discovery and some more creative works. And academic work, of course.
True to form, I have also been playing around with my Rider-Waite tarot deck for most of the time. It seems to like me quite a lot these days and also provides me with some of the familiar imagery which, for example, my Marseille-style and Thoth decks don't offer. Most readings are quite mundane, so I'll not bore you with the details. I shall, however, draw particular focus to one card that has appeared quite frequently in my recent readings -- XIII: Death.
Ill-aspected, well-aspected, upright and reversed... yes... it would seem that Death and I have some temporary endless dance to deal with at present.
Many, if not all readers, would have very much to say about this card and its various meanings in various situations. And you most certainly can go and look these up on any good online tarot source. Psychic Revelation, for example, is a good start.
The underlying keyword here is transformation. Transformation in the sense of complete destruction, followed by renewal. Whether this isn't as big as was thought, or being resisted in some way (two common reversed interpretations), many changes need to be made on my side in order to carry on in a new, much better form. (Since many of you probably do not know, predicting physical death is actually in bad form.)
Death takes us all fairly, so here goes nothing, I suppose. Death to the old and then rebirth, renewal and reconstruction to let in the new!
I'll close with a rather fitting quote from William Shakespeare's Much Ado About Nothing:
"Come, lady, die to live..." -- Friar Francis, Act IV, Scene I, Line 253.
PS In the background imagery of Death, we see the Sun rising between two towers, along with the Mystic Rose in the foreground on the flag. See you on the other side!