Well said, Syd. We all die. I won't make predictions of death, because I am only fallible. But yes, the Tarot will talk about anything that can happen to a human being, or humanity. The Death card absolutely can mean literal physical death. Even of a loved one. Before or after the event. I was in hospital one time, a chronic autoimmune form of arthritis. It has done a fair bit of damage, to the heart, too. People wandered in wanting readings. I was known locally. I woke up one morning to find a nurse sitting at the end of my bed, waiting for me to wake and do a reading before she went off shift. A man came in, wanting a reading...about death. His own. He had had two heart attack, and said he knew the third would finish him. He wanted to talk about his planning, and a family worry, how best to protect for his wife after he had gone.
Such a moving poem, Syd. Each word a ripple on the pond. It is too easy to say the dead are gone but not destroyed. Why don't we see them all the time, then? I saw my father before anyone knew he had died, alone in his house. He came early one evening, sunshine in the window. A movement. A shape. It came to stand right in front of me, blocking what was behind it. I said daddy, is that you? Then it disappeared and later, I found out why. I saw my darling mother more than a year after her death. Just the once, one night last May. I do not expect it to happen again, unless when I am dying. It was never her way to go back anywhere once she had left. But she was looking right at me, slightly smiling, such love in her eyes, so close and real, I could even see the lines on her beautiful face, but now she was surrounded by a whirl of colours round her head. Violet, blue, pink. I said, oh mam, how did you do THIS? Laughing and crying. She didn't say anything, just smiled and faded out. There for a slow count of three or four. I can only think she had found a way to signal, to say she was out the other side of the valley. The Bardo, or however we want to refer to it. She came, but I will never know how, I speak to her often, but I did not call her to come.
Well said, Syd. We all die. I won't make predictions of death, because I am only fallible. But yes, the Tarot will talk about anything that can happen to a human being, or humanity. The Death card absolutely can mean literal physical death. Even of a loved one. Before or after the event. I was in hospital one time, a chronic autoimmune form of arthritis. It has done a fair bit of damage, to the heart, too. People wandered in wanting readings. I was known locally. I woke up one morning to find a nurse sitting at the end of my bed, waiting for me to wake and do a reading before she went off shift. A man came in, wanting a reading...about death. His own. He had had two heart attack, and said he knew the third would finish him. He wanted to talk about his planning, and a family worry, how best to protect for his wife after he had gone.
Such a moving poem, Syd. Each word a ripple on the pond. It is too easy to say the dead are gone but not destroyed. Why don't we see them all the time, then? I saw my father before anyone knew he had died, alone in his house. He came early one evening, sunshine in the window. A movement. A shape. It came to stand right in front of me, blocking what was behind it. I said daddy, is that you? Then it disappeared and later, I found out why. I saw my darling mother more than a year after her death. Just the once, one night last May. I do not expect it to happen again, unless when I am dying. It was never her way to go back anywhere once she had left. But she was looking right at me, slightly smiling, such love in her eyes, so close and real, I could even see the lines on her beautiful face, but now she was surrounded by a whirl of colours round her head. Violet, blue, pink. I said, oh mam, how did you do THIS? Laughing and crying. She didn't say anything, just smiled and faded out. There for a slow count of three or four. I can only think she had found a way to signal, to say she was out the other side of the valley. The Bardo, or however we want to refer to it. She came, but I will never know how, I speak to her often, but I did not call her to come.
I saw my grandmother like that once following her death. My parents I see or hear in my dreams. I’ve heard my father calling to me. That’s eerie.
You are so gifted psychically that I’m not surprised that people beat down your door for a reading, but the hospital is a bit much.
I hope for healing and strength for your heart.
Thanks for the kind words. They help me.
Well, you help me, Syd, and no doubt countless others. You are a lighthouse.
It’s getting so ugly Syd. Thanks for your wisdom. No one showed up for the bond auction yesterday so they bought their own bonds with fake money 🥹
That card …… They way the numerology matches the date
And your poem is heart felt
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Thanks. I am concerned. It makes me wonder how much stress the system can take. The numerology thing was a bit spooky.