Dear Ones,
At the beginning of this post-Easter week, I am reflecting on the meaning of a few coalescing points in my day to day life. Nothing extraordinary; life as it flows on a Monday morning, through various means of observing and taking it in.
My picking the Tower card (XVI) this morning in my tarot deck; one week after fire struck the backbone of Notre-Dame. I noticed the human face of the Tower, once it is reversed, shedding tears of fire, breathing fire, with a beard of fire and smoke coming out of its ears. Cleansing signs, these are.
Here is one description I found for the card:
The Tower card depicts a high spire nestled on top of a mountain. A lightning bolt strikes the tower which sets it ablaze. Flames are bursting in the windows and people [a man and a woman] are jumping out of the windows as an act of desperation. They want to escape the turmoil and destruction within. The Tower is a symbol for the ambition that is constructed on faulty premises. The destruction of the tower must happen in order to clear out the old ways and welcome something new. Its revelations can come in a flash of truth or inspiration.
Where does this lightning bolt come from? We would like to assume it is only external—the diseases of the world we live in—but isn’t it inner as well? An inner bolt of realization that something is dying and, therefore, changing, morphing, transitioning.
Perhaps what needs to crumble before our very eyes is this sense of so-called democracy, a false sense of freedom, manipulated that we are, left and right, by various agents. An assault on our beliefs, from time immemorial. The words I read this morning from The Reappearance of the Christ rang true.
“When true freedom covers the earth, we shall see the end of tyranny—politically, religiously and economically. I am not here referring to modern democracy as a condition which meets the need, for democracy is at present a philosophy of wishful thinking and an unachieved ideal. I refer to that period which will surely come in which an enlightened people will rule; these people will not tolerate authoritarianism in any church or totalitarianism in any political system; they will not accept or permit the rule of any body of people who undertake to tell them what they must believe in order to be saved or what government they must accept. When the people are told the truth, and when they can freely judge and decide for themselves, we shall then see a much better world.”
These words seem to be truer today than in 1947, the year The Reappearance of the Christ was published.
How far are we, really, from this “much better world?”
Deep down in our hearts, we know it is coming. Out of the rubble of the Tower, regardless of the significance we attribute to this people-erected symbol.
Isn’t there a saying that goes along the line of “What goes up must [one day] go down?”
And finally, this knocking of transformation, before my very eyes, as our son brought home two caterpillars this weekend. He had to observe the transformation process and couch it on a piece of paper.
Transformation couldn’t be any closer, dear Ones. And it is, primarily, within each of us, as the society we breathe in transforms itself into whatever form of butterfly wants to see the Light.
How far are we, again, from rebirthing this new world of ours?
The days feel numbered to me, for whatever reason.
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