Two days ago I pulled the Death card from the deck. I had asked to have the path revealed to me that would free me from anxiety and worry. Just pulling the card was a shock! Thanks Tarot, for always giving me what I need, regardless of what I ask for. The card came as a shock to me because I am a neophyte at reading cards for myself and the deck I used to use in the past was the much maligned (or much loved) Voyager deck. The shock the Death card gave to my nuero-pathways told me a lot about the power of the traditional or historic imagery of the Tarot. So many decks now try to emulate the simplicity and the format of the historic decks but through a modern illustrators eye. Others eschew the format altogether, calling themselves Tarot but not respecting or even understanding the true power of the archetypes theiren.
I had been performing my morning Tarot meditation by fleshing out the Hall of Strength, as it is described by Gareth Knight. This card told me it was time to change that meditation (among other things) and move on to the Hall of Justice. I began at the lake, the magician as elk stood tall in the water, and behind him to the east was the raven, the symbol of Justice in my memory palace, or, memory forest as it is turning out to be.
Following the raven, who was perched on a submerged log sticking out of the lake, I crossed through the water of the lake to a wooded island. The crossing is on a pebblely lake bed and at one point the water is up to my chest so that I walk into the island soaking wet. I follow the raven down a densely wooded path and enter a cemetery. In front of me to the east is the devil, she resembles the dancing naked zombie punk from the original Return of the Living Dead. She is not a zombie but is still in perfect human form. She stands and dances on a crypt and beneath her are two zombie sitting staring vacantly into space. To my right is a giant grave marker of the grim reaper, I cannot see her face in her shroud but I know it is a she. Behind me, blocking the path I had just walked on is an massive stone tower with three windows, no fire or lightning just cold silence. To my left is a man hanging from his foot and in a pitiable condition, near death. My meditation revealed a few aspects of these archetypes. The Devil stands for gluttony and unconscious destructive habits. Death, in her unmoving statuesque silence, represented inaction. The Tower was clearly a representative of the inscrutable, the mystery of life, and the Hanged Man, the duality of revulsion and compassion towards are fellows in the human race.
During morning coffee and some texts between my close friend @ghostlyharmless, the Devil made itself a bit clearer, or, the reason why she chose to represent herself as this clearly influential movie anti-hero from my youth. This representation of the Devil reveals that this archetype is highly desirable, yet cold, unsatisfying, and even dangerous once engaged with. Ol' Ghostly added
"and lusting for reciprocity that won't manifest" as another good interpretation of the Undead Punk Girl as the Devil. I look forward to returning to this island cemetery in my memory forest, to find out more about what the Hall of Justice has to teach me.
I no longer have any anxiety towards the Death card, and I'm glad that the Tarot chose that time to present it. I was languishing in the Hall of Strength, looking for details where none existed. I needed to move on and to become aware of how reality is shifting around me. The only sure thing in life is change.