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Gabriel Robartes

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I use Tarot to help you reflect on the meaning and structure of the stories in your life. Book a reading, explore what a Tarot reading involves or see what I’m writing about on the blog.

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- Tomorrow, I must do a hard thing which someone will not like. Will I accomplish it?
The Ace of Cups. Sometimes, you draw a card. Sometimes you pick one. And sometimes, you need to *invoke*.
And here I am contemplating the Four of Cups reversed and wondering what it is that has suddenly dragged me out of a just as sudden Slough of Despond. I spent the weekend. I wouldn’t recommend it.
I played with various ideas of complicated ‘interview the book’ layouts but finally, I simply asked what it had to teach and pulled a couple of cards. Wilfred Thesiger travelled the length and breadth of the most barren deserts in the world in the company of very honourable, very dangerous men. He was then persuaded to write some extraordinarily, plainly beautify books containing the flintiest and steadiest of moral centres and a perspective that was wholly askew from his contemporaries - and he knew it.
Some days aren’t tarot days. “What we cannot speak about we must pass over in silence.”
Has there ever been a flower that carried such a burden of symbolism and esoteric correspondence as the rose? Perhaps the lotus but the rose has to work a lot harder. In the Rider-Waiter-Smith, The Fool holds a white rose whilst the Magician is surrounded by red roses and white lilies. One is all stillness, the other all action. I’m reminded of Narcissus and Goldmund, Herman Hesse’s medieval fable of two men, one committed to the quietism of the monastic life and the other to a the wild, magical life of the artist. Yet the fool is no Monk and the Magician’s asceticism and the sacrifices he’s made for his art are clear in the echo between his red and white robes and the red roses of martyrdom and the white lilies of purity at his feet. Perhaps the fool, with the 14 rays of the Sun overhead suggesting Temperance, has more of a balanced life than might at first appear?
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