Intuition is much stronger than fear.
I knew my Father would not wake up from his last illness when, late one night, after returning from the hospital, I decided to ask a Tarot deck what the outcome of his hospital stay would be.
I drew this card.
The Three of Swords, Reversed, indicates a time in the querants' life when old pain can finally be faced and released. In very rough terms, in an upright card, the swords appear to be stuck. They're embedded in the heart, and it bleeds tears. In a reversed position, the swords are able to 'fall out', as it were. I got a start when I saw that the biggest and most central sword has a snake wrapped around it. My Father was the Chinese sign of the Snake, and 2013 is the Year of the Snake.
It's a flimsy set of signs to go on if you use the left side of your brain (and if you do, I hear you saying that it's a flimsy set of signs if you use your brain at all, period). But I knew, immediately, that I would soon be coming up to a time - within hours or days - when that central sword would be pulled, painfully, out of my heart, and that it would bleed, and hurt, and I would rather it just stayed there, but that it would be pulled out nonetheless.
With my Father no longer alive, I can release the sword that was the fear - no, the terror - and sadness that accompanied my journey through his illness.
But I would pay, in swords through the heart, for him to be alive and here with me.
I knew my Father would not wake up from his last illness when, late one night, after returning from the hospital, I decided to ask a Tarot deck what the outcome of his hospital stay would be.
I drew this card.
The Three of Swords, Reversed, indicates a time in the querants' life when old pain can finally be faced and released. In very rough terms, in an upright card, the swords appear to be stuck. They're embedded in the heart, and it bleeds tears. In a reversed position, the swords are able to 'fall out', as it were. I got a start when I saw that the biggest and most central sword has a snake wrapped around it. My Father was the Chinese sign of the Snake, and 2013 is the Year of the Snake.
It's a flimsy set of signs to go on if you use the left side of your brain (and if you do, I hear you saying that it's a flimsy set of signs if you use your brain at all, period). But I knew, immediately, that I would soon be coming up to a time - within hours or days - when that central sword would be pulled, painfully, out of my heart, and that it would bleed, and hurt, and I would rather it just stayed there, but that it would be pulled out nonetheless.
With my Father no longer alive, I can release the sword that was the fear - no, the terror - and sadness that accompanied my journey through his illness.
But I would pay, in swords through the heart, for him to be alive and here with me.
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