Theoretical considerations of cause and effect
often look pale and dusty
in comparison to the results of chance.
the natural world is ruthless in its star-gazing ways of showing us where to believe….when we advance toward our dreams, we become guardians of the other-world…..richness and emergence mark our path…..this primal truth is like a labyrinth to the heart…..
What is unknowable truth? Sometimes in our lives we cannot see what is obvious to everyone else. It may be an unfulfilled and improbable yearning to be a great concert pianist or the simple burden of loneliness or loss that has built barriers between us and the rest of the world. The subject may well be aware of such problems but cannot deal with them or formulate a course of action, because the problem is too close, too personal. It is easier to bury it and forget. So, we need a third party, an unbiased reflecting tool that can give us insights and practical routes through the forest. The Tarot is just such a tool. It is unbiased, unblinking and impartial. Synchronicity will always ensure its relevance. Even if we do not get the answer we want, some truth is usually there that was unseen or unpalatable before. In any event it makes us react to the question on a purely instinctive level. We may have forgotten how to be wise or foolish, cunning or vulnerable, stoical or patient. We may have forgotten how to ask, or how to imagine, or how to grieve. Quantum mechanics has successfully predicted the discovery of phenomena at both the subatomic and galactic level but, like life itself, it has only gone on to prove that the more we think we know, the more we realize we don’t know. But even in particle physics, a belief has been put forward that the very act of trying to observe or measure a particle changes it, changes its very state, fluctuating somewhere between solid matter and ghostly waveform. Instinct, synchronicity and will are all functioning but, in the end, the act of asking the question is as important as the question you ask……Mark Ryan
This is what happens when you really listen. No getting around it. Magic happens. And the listening itself draws us below familiar logic into the realm of resilience embedded in our hearts. The mystery and power of life is always before us, though we often walk by it. I was in Barcelona drifting down La Rambla, a tree-lined street in the heart of the city filled with markets and vendors and countless mimes, impeccable mimes. I was stopped by two mottled angels, frozen as statues. Even their eyelids were painted, a metallic gray. The smaller angel had her hand out. If you put a coin in her hand, they both would move, gracefully, majestically, and the smaller angel would bless the giver of the coin. We all thought it clever, well done. A small crowd gathered and through our legs, a young girl came running with a coin from her mother. She was so excited to come upon two angels. She put the coin in the smaller angel’s palm with such belief that the young mime believed she had something to bestow. And with a quiet bow of reverence, she blessed the child, who all alight, skipped away. The angels turned again to stone. The crowd moved on. And I fumbled in my pocket for a coin, desperate to be blessed….Mark Nepo