Monthly Archives: March 2014

A Multi-Layered Daily Card Reading & A Special Gift

Greetings to all my Tarot Friends,

The Hare

The Hare among The Flowers – Artwork by Isabelle Lynch

Well, it has been one of those weeks again. Hard to get to my work done due to life getting in the way, obligations and the ever-present Hospital Appointments that take up the whole day just to have one fifteen minute chat with my consultant. I have another Hospital to attend next Monday and I know for sure that this one will definitely take up most of the day yet again. However, I have been getting some work done here and there and am busy working on Lesson Content at present.

I also had a quick look at my Cards over the last week whenever I got the chance just so that I could share their messages with you. I write about this Particular Daily Card Reading for a very special reason as you will find out when you read below. This Reading is important on many levels as the Cards drawn yielded several messages for me. Some of those messages did not reveal themselves to me until much later in the day, in fact just before I went to bed, which urged me to remind you that what you see in the morning in your Cards may or may not make a lot of  sense to you, or may appear indecipherable at the time. However, if you get into the habit of leaving the Cards you have drawn in the morning in a place where they will still be visible to you that night, you may find more messages contained within or they might read in a completely different manner. Whichever the case might be, it is wise to get into the habit of comparing your morning interpretation of your Drawn Cards with an evening or night-time interpretation, an After-The-Event-Reading as such.

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This is a very interesting post and certainly gives us much to think about. Well worth a read and beautifully written by Ellis as usual.



JH Brennan’s, Whisperers: The Secret History of the Spirit World explores the powerful undercurrents flowing just beneath the surface of the history we’re taught in school. Whether or not you believe in ghosts, spirits, or faeries, is immaterial (pun intended). The fact that various phenomena have been occurring throughout pre-history right up until today is undeniable. Brennan doesn’t set out to prove the existence of ghosts as disembodied, earth-bound entities but rather he examines the effect they may have played on history.

It’s a fascinating book with lots of little surprises. I read the last two sections first and went back to the older histories later. While I love a good ghost story (and Brennan does share two personal experiences), it was some of the research into the phenomena that caught my attention.


There have been many theories put forth to explain all manner of ghostly happenings, but none seem…

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Happy Saint Patrick’s Day from Ireland

Tá Fáilte Romhaibh (Irish for Welcome) to all my Tarot Friends around The World,

St. Patrick's Day

Today is Saint Patrick’s Day in Ireland, Lá Fhéile Pádraig our National Holiday, and for today, everything has turned Forty Shades of Green. Irish people all over the world will celebrate this day, along with all those of Irish Extract or with Irish Ancestry. I don’t think there is any country in the World where the Irish cannot be found. Millions can trace their family roots back to Ireland. Even the American President, Barack Obama, has Irish Ancestry, so too did President Kennedy, making Saint Patrick’s Day a huge day of celebration in many, many countries.

Ireland is known as The Land of a Thousand Welcomes and we are famed for our hospitality, friendliness and of course our music. Like every other country, Ireland has changed over the centuries and we have a much checkered history. We have gone through some terribly traumatic times; famine, occupation, wars, civil war, ‘the troubles’, religious scandals and abuse, and several recessions, the current one having the strongest impact so far as it also coincides with a global recession. Many of our talented young have once more been forced to leave the home they love so well and travel to foreign lands in search of employment. We have been through this on several occasions over the centuries, each time bringing terrible sadness and the pain of separation to families. For those Irish who regardless of their skills and qualifications, are now considered ‘too old’ even though they may only be in their late thirties or early forties, finding employment in their field of expertise has at times proved impossible.

However, as a nation we have pulled ourselves up from the dust on several occasions in the past and have risen from the ashes to make a spectacular comeback. I have no doubt we will do it again. Our much loved Traditional Irish Music is cherished throughout the world and tells the Story of The Irish People and our History. Modern Irish Music has successfully blended the mix of old with new to create a very distinctive sound that is undeniably Irish but appeals to a more generic and younger audience. Our famous Irish Dancing is also celebrated and practiced globally. Who can forget the impact of Riverdance around the world when it exploded onto the stage back in 1994. 

In the midst of our current difficult times we have had much to celebrate this weekend. Not only is it Saint Patrick’s Day today, but also our National Rugby Team beat France in the Stade de France Stadium on Saturday to secure the much-coveted Six Nations Rugby Championship. It was a marvellous moment, but also tinged with sadness. As the final whistle blew bringing the game to a close, the whistle also blew for one of the world’s most famous Rugby Players, our very own Brian O’Driscoll.  This amazing talented rugby player, sportsman, ambassador for Ireland and a true gentleman, hung up his famous Number 13 Irish International Jersey for the last time as he retires from international play. However, he will not disappear from the game altogether but it was an emotional time for all of us on Saturday. The fans cheered and cheered while he was being interviewed by the press from all over the world, no one wanting to see this Living Legend leave the pitch. It was a glorious moment to watch Brian lift that precious Cup and the deafening roar of the Crowds in the Stadium almost lifted the roof.

So on this special Day,Lá Fhéile Pádraig, let me share with you some snippets of Ireland and my fellow Irish Folk. (The last link on the list is my partner Billy’s son Ian’s Band, Let’s Set Sail with their fabulous latest single, Smitten. Very Beautiful and Haunting)

Paddy’s Day, Dublin, Temple Bar 2014

Let’s Set Sail – Smitten, New Irish Talent.

St. Patrick's Day 2


Slán libh agus beannacht,

Vivien Ni Dhuinn (Your Tarot Teacher) 


Happy Eighteenth Birthday Conor

For God’s Sake Mam, I’m Eighteen!

(Conversations with my son Conor, 15th of March 1996 – 10th of December 2007)

Conor 18th Birthday

My Son’s Urn decorated for this Special Weekend. Eighteen today, Irish Rugby Team Play France for The Championship and St. Patrick’s Day is on Monday. The Tie belongs to my late father. A gift from me many years ago. It commemorates Ireland winning the Triple Crown (Rugby) in 19982

“Turn Down that Noise” I shout from the bottom of the stairs,

“What Noise?” comes the frustrated response from above,

“That Noise. Whatever it is, just turn it down for the love of God” my voice barely audible over the din,

“That’s not noise, that’s my music” comes an exasperated retort,

“Well it doesn’t sound like music to me” says I as I return to the Kitchen, the volume upstairs barely reduced for a few seconds before returning to its original window rattling level,

“That’s it” I say to myself as I take the stairs two at a time and burst into his room,

Immediately I am surrounded by a deathly silence,

There is no one there, no music system, just his room as normal,

His large Stuffed Husky Dog stares back at me, so too does Fungi,

It is then I remember he is dead, my son is dead,

but I know if he was here he would be playing loud music,

That is what boys of his age do I am told, but have no personal experience of it,

Both The Husky and Fungi sit on the back of his bed settee, the settee he ordered from Argos when he was very ill,

The bed settee that was going to make his room more grown up,

It was not in stock so had to be ordered,

It arrived the day after he died, too late for him to enjoy,

 I was determined he would be laid out on it,


The Sound of racing cars fills the air and immediately I am transported to Mondello,

For the Love of God does he have to play that XBOX Game all the time?

I am back at the bottom of the stairs again, another day,

“I want you to turn that off and get some study done for your college exams” I shout over the screeching tyres,

“In a minute, I just have to complete this round and I am in the lead” he shouts back,

Ten minutes later Mondello is still in full swing,

Up the Stairs I go again and into his room,

Silence descends once more and I see neither sign of an XBOX nor my son,

Instead I stare at his kiddish DVDs sitting in their revolving stand,

My eyes then drawn to the two ceramic Angel Boxes on his window sill,

One contains his first few baby teeth, the other, two locks of hair,

One soft and babyish, a curl, the other dark and thick,

It is then I remember that he is dead, my son is dead,

He never got as far as College, but boys of his age normally do I am told, but have no personal experience of it,

I retreat from his room, flat and depressed.


It is the 15th of March and I am sitting in my front room lost in reverie and the past,

I hear a voice calling,


I am immediately jolted into the present and strain my ears to be sure I heard what I heard,

There it is again, “Mam”,

It is coming from upstairs and I sort of recognise the voice,

I rush to the bottom of the stairs and look up,

A tall young man stands at the top staring down at me,

Our eyes lock and my heart turns in my chest,

I can barely hear my own voice “is it you, is it really you?”

The young man at the top of the stairs nods his head in acknowledgement and extends his hand to me,

“Oh God” I choke on the words, my legs feel too weak to cover the distance,

He beckons to me once more,

I begin my ascent, one step at a time, never once taking my eyes off his face,

I reach the last step and I can see him closely now,

I dissolve into tears,

My dead son is here, my dead son is here, he has come to see me at last


I am afraid to touch him in case he dissolves before my eyes,

Am I imagining this?

I begin to take him in,

He stands towering above me, tall and slim,

His dark hair, almost shoulder length, is thick and wavy,

His piercing blue eyes sparkle with vitality, and dare I say it, life,

He smiles at me and I can see he still has his dimples,

Oh God, I can’t believe he is here, really here,

He has a slight shadow of growth on his chin and I am taken aback by this,

He is dressed simply; a pair of casual slim jeans and a long sleeved navy baggy t-shirt with something printed on the front,

I cannot make out what it says,

He is barefooted which I think odd,

And then he speaks,

My dead son speaks, my dead son speaks to me,


His sounds deep and very manly,

I realise his voice has broken and I begin to cry,

He wraps his arms around me and rests his head on mine,

“Oh don’t cry Mam, please don’t” he soothes me,

I wipe my eyes and find my own voice,

“Why have you waited so long to visit me”? I sob, still in his arms,

“Where I am, it is not that long” he gently hugs me,

“And where is that exactly”? I ask curiously,

“Somewhere far away, in another galaxy, millions of light years away.

It suits me very nicely” he smiles mischievously at me, “I have returned to where I came from.

I probably never fully left there when I was here, for my games often mimicked my true home”

“Are you saying that all the time you spent dressed up as a Jedi Knight was not just a game you played, there was more to it?” I ask incredulously,

“Yes and no, it is just very similar that’s all, we work with energy a bit like ‘The Force’ in Star Wars”

He sounds very grown up and knowledgeable,

“So all those Light Sabres were not a waste of money then?” I am now beginning to understand his fascination with them,

“No, not a waste of money, but I know now how much pressure I put on you to keep buying them for me” he guiltily replies,

“Mam, I do not have much time, so we must talk” he takes charge of the conversation now in a very mature manner,

“What do you mean; you do not have much time?” I sound panicky as I have not seen him in so long and already he is talking about leaving again,

“I have to use strong energy to visit like this and I am only allowed take a certain amount of this energy with me, that is why we need to talk quickly”,

He gently steers me towards his bedroom,

My dead son and I walk towards his bedroom,


Inside the bedroom I see that that his wardrobe doors are open and all his DVDs are stacked high on the floor,

His bedside drawers have been pulled open and all their contents too are piled in bundles on his bed settee,

“I don’t understand” I say looking around at the mess, “what are you doing?”

“It’s time Mam” he looks at me and I see a tinge of sadness in his eyes, or maybe pity,

“Time for what?” I ask nervously,

“It’s time to sort out all my stuff”, he stares at me and silence falls between us,

I can see he knows this is hard for me. “Time to clear my room Mam”.

He lets it rest with me for a moment,

“You know it and I know it Mam, the time has come, it is long overdue” he holds my hand as he speaks to me, his touch cool and tingly,

“What do you mean by clear it?” I feel panic rising in my chest,

“Just about everything must go”, he is sounding business-like now and is avoiding my tearful eyes,

“It is blocking me from visiting more often, I can’t bring her here when my room is like this”

He realises he has said too much,

“What do you mean block you from visiting, and who can you not bring here?” I look at him bewildered,

“I can’t bring Zara here for my room is embarrassing, it belongs to a young boy “. He sees my confused face.

“You have a girlfriend?” I sound astounded

Yes, I have a girlfriend, you remember Zara don’t you from St. John’s?” He searches my face for signs of recognition,

My hand flies to my mouth “oh my God, Zara with the beautiful long blonde hair?”

“Yes, the very one. She passed shortly before me” He reminds me,

“So you eventually found yourself a girlfriend? Wasn’t Zara older than you?”

“Yes”, he smiles “but age doesn’t really exist where we are” he informs me,

“Well you always had an eye for the older girls, remember Lydia and Vicky?” I am very excited now,

“I do, I always had good taste when it came to the girls” he laughs out loud and his room comes alive once more with the sound of joy, and his voice

My dead son has a girlfriend, my dead son has a girlfriend,


“Back to the business of me being here Mam, honestly I don’t have much time and if you want me to visit more, then you must listen and pay attention to what I have to say”,

He seems anxious about the time he has been here and I sense he will be gone soon, so I listen,

He begins to pull some clothes from the wardrobe and holds them up against his tall lean body,

They are trousers and only come as far as his knees,

He gives me a knowing look before throwing them on the bed-settee with all the other items he has neatly stacked,

I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as he pulls out his school uniform,

“There are three of these in the wardrobe Mam. I will allow you keep the best one but the others must go”,

I grab the uniform from him and hold it tightly to my body,

Very quickly he is pulling everything from the rails and tossing them onto the bed settee,

I quickly re-claim them,

A tug of war begins and he insists that I let go,

He is stronger than me, and so wins,

Bit by bit the wardrobe is cleared of clothing and then he starts on all the shelves,

One by one, dragging everything out; his school bag, swimming bag, boxes of toys

This time  he heaps them on the floor,

He has allowed me certain items, but his accumulation is massive in comparison to my sad pathetic little bundle,

I begin to cry, sobbing my heart out,

He takes my hand and sits me down,

“I know this is hard but it must be done, I am no longer that 11 year old boy”

“You were nearly 12” I interrupt his flow of wise talk,

“Regardless Mam, I have left that age behind just as Zara has left hers too. We visit her house and her bedroom has been changed and freshly painted. Some of her stuff is still there, a reminder of her but not a shrine”. He stops suddenly as he sees my dejected face,

I look around the room and have to acknowledge that it has become a shrine to him and I know he is right, but it is so hard to let go of all the things that remind me of him,

My dead son and I sit in silence


“I will allow you keep my slippers and my dressing gown because you know how much I loved getting into them when I came home”

I see he is becoming nostalgic and I take advantage of the change in his mood,

Reaching over, I open his swimming bag and take out his trunks and wetsuit,

I look into his eyes and he reaches to hold them, memories of Dingle, Wexford and the Pool in Clane flooding through him too,

He reluctantly lets go of them and agrees that I can keep those too. I feel relieved,

Next he reaches into the bottom of the wardrobe where he finds his sneakers, the ones with the flashing lights built into the soles and I grab them from him,

“No not these, you loved them” I beg and plead.

“I have to go very soon Mam so please make this easy; Zara would think them childish if she saw them, can you not understand that?”

I hold the sneakers tight and fast in my hand, becoming stubborn and unyielding,

“Don’t you see that I am trying to help you Mam and that it is not all about me”? He beseeches me to hand over the sneakers, their lights flashing on and off now as they are jostled about,

“My time is up Mam, I have to go, but if you can clear this room it will remove the block that prevents me from visiting you more often. Now hand over those sneakers please before it is too late”

I hold out and argue with him that one pair of sneakers won’t make a huge difference to his coming to see me, but I can already see the outline of his body is starting to blur and shimmer,

He is beginning to disappear in front of my eyes,

He holds out his hand for the sneakers but I resist,

With the last bit of energy left to him before he vanishes into thin air, and back to his far off galaxy, he shouts out,

“For God’s Sake Mam, I am Eighteen!”

I throw him the sneakers and he is gone. So too are all the clothes and things he had piled high all over the room,


Silence engulfs the room once more and I turn around to examine what has been left behind,

My tiny bundle sits on the ground behind me, but his wardrobe is empty save for the hangers that still sway back and forth,

I stare at the hangers, some of them bear store labels showing the age,

7-8 years, 8-10 years, 10-12 years,

I even find a few for 5-6 years,

I momentarily leave the room and return with a roll of black sacks,

Very quickly I begin to fill them with hangers and various bits and pieces that he never got time to get to,

Then I get the vacuum and give the room a good going over, inside the wardrobe too,

After I am finished, I sit on his bed settee holding his Husky Dog and Fungi, relieved he didn’t get as far as them,

I feel a weight lift off me as silent tears begin to fall,

I couldn’t have done it without his help,

Tomorrow, I will choose some new paint for his/this room and bring it back to life once more,

I feel stronger, even though I am exhausted from the experience,

My dead son came to visit me, my dead son eventually came to see me,

Eighteen today,

A grown young man, no longer the child who used to occupy this room,

Happy Eighteenth Birthday Conor

Xxxx Mam

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My Daily Tarot Reading

Hello to All my Tarot Friends on this Beautiful Spring Day,

Daffodils 2014

I have been missing from my desk for the last couple of days due to the fact that I have been feeling pretty awful. I have been plagued with migraine-style headaches for the last few days and feel as if  I haven’t slept in a week. My eyes are heavy and I would just love to take to the bed but have had too many things to do. On Monday I attended hospital to have my six-monthly Pelvic MRI after undergoing Uterine Fibroid Embolisation in May of 2012.

My Cards for Monday were simple and straightforward:

King of Swords Upright2 of Pentacles UprightThe Heirophant Upright

The King of Swords was representing the Medical Staff who would be looking after me, Doctors, Nurses and MRI Technicians. The Two of Pentacles I believe was referring to my Reproductive System which was to be scanned to see how reduced in size the Fibroid was since the last MRI, along with an Ovary they were keeping an eye on because of an apparent blockage. The Hierophant stood for the Hospital itself, a Teaching Hospital where those with great experience and knowledge instructed and tutored their teams of interns and junior nurses. It represented an organised and established institution. My Cards were just acknowledging where I was going on Monday and why.

The particular MRI I had requires a dye contrast that is injected into one of my veins. I am not a hundred percent certain, but I have vague recollections of feeling awful for a few days after previous MRI’s, so it may be that the dye and me do not get on very well. Could it be why I was feeling so awful?

Then again, it could it be related to My Daily Cards on Tuesday which were.

Knight of Wands Reversed 9 of Wands Upright 10 of Wands Upright

Now what were these Cards trying to tell me? I could see immediately where they were coming from and maybe the Contrast Dye during my MRI had nothing to do with me feeling so terrible. Had I been pushing myself too much and was simply suffering from fatigue. The Reversed Knight of Wands told me that I had been rushing around non-stop and hadn’t taken a minute to rest over the weekend. All that cleaning I did, climbing up and down ladders, twisting my body at awkward angles to reach difficult to access corners so that they could be washed to within an inch of their life, banging my head off cupboard doors and bashing my legs off the sides of chairs and tables as I moved around the room. Then I was making sure to do my workout on top of all this; squats, lunges, planks, side-planks, hip bridges, push-ups. I did more than my program suggested because I wanted to push myself. Of course because it was the weekend, I also had late-nights and plenty of wine. The Reversed Knight of Wands could be suggesting that I had been burning the candle at both ends. When I had finished my scrubbing on Sunday I didn’t take a break either. Instead I turned up some curtains that have been eyeballing me for months and made table mats out of the cut-offs. I also let down a pair of curtains in my front room that were just that little bit annoyingly short. Oh did I mention that I barely ate over the whole weekend, but had felt quite fine. That is until Sunday night when I  began to feel shaky and weak. I thought it was just my arm muscles from all the push ups and scrubbing of walls. I still didn’t give up, and like The Nine of Wands had battled on determined to complete as many tasks as I could. The strain was showing though as all the aches and pains were beginning to set in. I  could feel my neck muscles strained and a tightness in my head and around my eyes.

However, I slept well that night and rose the next morning to prepare for my hospital visit still energised enough to clean the bathrooms and vacuum upstairs and downstairs before I left for the Hospital. My MRI took longer than anticipated due to the fact that the nurse could not get a decent vein for the line that was needed to inject the dye contrast. A doctor had to be called in and that involved waiting until she had time to fit me in. Meanwhile, I lay in the MRI Machine listening to awful Eighties Music on the headset provided. By the time my partner and I left the Hospital it was late in the afternoon. We hadn’t eaten since breakfast but had no time to grab something for we had to get to The Ikea Store before it closed. Up until Monday, we were both Ikea Virgins. We had never got around to going to this famous store even though we had talked about it often enough. We were not shopping for ourselves. Instead we had a list of items to purchase for my partner’s niece who lives too far from Ikea to go get them herself. They do not offer an online service.

We had no idea how large The Ikea Store was and thought we could just go to a counter, hand them our list, give them the delivery address and of course pay the bill. The Store was so large we couldn’t even find the Checkout Counters or Customer Service. We did find a lovely staff member though who informed us that we had to key in our item numbers onto a screen to check for availability. The screen would let us know if they were in stock and which department to find them in. He told us that we had to bring a large trolley with us and load our items onto it before bringing it to the check-out and from there onto the Home Delivery Counter. Now this would not have been a problem had it not been for the fact that one of the items was a Loft Bed and another a Desk. There were several other smaller items but these would be easy to deal with. Slightly unnerved, like newly arrived tourists in a foreign country, we headed off in search of a large trolley. It seemed we had to walk miles before we found where all the trolleys were before we could actually shop. The screen had given us Aisle and Location Numbers for the larger items and then the Department Locations for the smaller ones. Now we had to find where the Aisles were. Another few miles of a walk.

Eventually we found where we were looking for and the specific Location Number but almost crumpled when we saw the size of the boxes we had to lift onto the trolley. Bear in mind we still had not eaten and it was getting quite late at this stage. We struggled with the massive and extremely heavy boxes while the trolley did its best to run away from us every time we tried to load it. It was only then we realised that we should have located the smaller items first before heading for the large ones because now we had to steer our trolley with its wide load for another few miles until we had got everything we wanted. It was another few miles again to the checkout where we had to wait in a queue behind people who seemed to have hundreds of items in their trolleys. We were going to be there forever. The Ten of Wands was clearly depicting this marathon shopping expedition and us pushing the heavy load in front of us. Once we cleared the check-out we offloaded the trolley at Home Delivery and took only the small items back in the car with us.

It was dark by the time we got home. We still hadn’t eaten since breakfast unless you count the Nurofen tablet I had taken for a headache that had developed. We prepared dinner for ourselves and guess what I did? If the day had not been exhausting enough, I decided to do my workout while dinner was cooking. And guess what else? I did more exercises than my program specified. I was loading more and more Wands on my back and wearing myself out. I just kept going like the Wands do, even though my back was breaking from the strain of it all (The Ten of Wands).  So when I asked on Tuesday Morning what I needed to know for that day, my Cards were related to the previous few days in an attempt to explain to me why I might be feeling so knackered and awful. I guess they kind of explained things quite clearly to me.


It has been very frustrating for me as I have lost two days of working on my site as a result of feeling dreadful and having to attend the Hospital. In fact I still feel dreadful, but today I will work regardless, and that is that. There is too much to be done and I have a schedule drawn up that I must stick to. When I lose days of work like this, I feel very out of sorts. My routine is broken and control is lost as I cannot keep on top of things. The Queen of Swords will be back any day now to check up on me after my last week’s Reading and I am not sure she will believe my migraine and yeucky-feeling story.

So bearing this in mind, I drew my Daily Cards today. Before I go into this Reading, I want to point out to you the relevance of doing Daily Card Readings for yourself as you will quickly see from this Reading and those above, how my Cards are mirroring my situation and the way I feel. These same Cards being drawn by someone else may carry a completely different message depending on their current circumstances, along with the fact that each Card carries several meanings and possible interpretations.

These Cards were My Cards and I knew instantly how they applied to me and which interpretation to use. So let us look at these Cards now. The Message is not complex or intricate, just straight forward and quite to the point. There was no profound message for me except an understanding of the nature of my personality and how it was affecting the way I felt and vice versa. I didn’t Reverse any of the Cards purely because I just couldn’t have been bothered this morning. That left me in a situation where I had to read between the lines when looking at the Cards. Was I to take their Upright or Reversed Aspects or even both?  

My Cards were:

 Queen of Pentacles Upright 8 of Pentacles Upright9 of Swords Upright

The first Card that drew my attention was The Nine of Swords and it didn’t take much detective work on my part to decipher its message. It was depicting exactly how I have been feeling for the last few days. Headaches, exhaustion and feeling so very, very tired as if I haven’t slept in ages. The Two Preceding Cards clearly demonstrated how I should be spending my day or indeed the last few days. It had been my intention to be my normal Queen of Pentacles Self; industrious, hard-working, focusing on my goal (the Pentacle in her hand), and also getting out into the garden to do some major clean-up work after all the storms of recent months.

Since the beginning of the week, we have had a band of High Pressure come in over Ireland at long last. Therefore there has been little or no wind, bright sunny days, and dare I say it, at times even warm. Because it is still early Spring, this High Pressure brings cold frosty nights and early morning fog. The rising sun quickly burns away the fog and then creates a wonderful promise of warmer days ahead. Even the bird song is different. They sound more chirpy in themselves. Because of this much welcome and long overdue decent weather, my mind immediately turned to getting the garden sorted, the decking and pathways power-washed to remove all the green that had built up over the winter, and to begin any painting jobs so that I can enjoy my garden during the good weather and not have it look like a dirty bomb site. Alas, it was not to be and The Queen of Pentacles had to settle for staring out the window at my newly bloomed daffodils, for my head ached and I felt like someone had pulled the plug on me and drained all my energy while I had slept on Monday night. Today is Wednesday and it still hasn’t come back.

Just to backtrack a bit, I had spent my whole weekend as The Queen of Pentacles; washing down all my kitchen walls, cupboard tops and pulling out all the units so that I could hoover up dust and cobwebs. I had taken down a woollen wall hanging and carefully washed it in my bath,  thrilled to see all the colours come back to life again. With so much achieved over the weekend, I had planned from Tuesday morning (Monday was gone due to hospital), to get up very early so that I could get a couple of hours work done in the garden before I sat down to do my writing work. I had also planned to get out on my bike in the afternoon now that the gale force winds had abated. To find myself in such a useless situation on Tuesday Morning was soul-destroying (again The Nine of Swords).

The last time we had a really good spell of weather in Ireland was last summer. It lasted for several days with temperatures rising to record highs. While the good people of Ireland rejoiced and barbequed morning, noon, and night and children played excitedly with water cannons, and ran around our estate with barely any clothes on, I spent the whole time in bed, dying with the Flu. I had roaring high temperatures to match those outside, and my body felt like I had been hit by a truck. My eyes burned in my sockets. With outside temperatures of 50 degrees my Flu Remedies struggled to keep my temperature down so I was forced to soak towels in cold water and wrap them around my body in an effort to stop myself from self-combusting. To top it all, my partner was away and I was left to fend for myself. When he eventually arrived home he was shocked to see the state I was in and had to help lift me up so that I could sip the new Flu remedy he had picked up for me. I was as weak as a newborn kitten and could barely walk to the bathroom.

So The Queen of Pentacles had gone to bed on Monday night with great plans for the coming week, but woke to disaster. As she/I stood there trying to pull ourselves together it soon became clear that we hadn’t got a productive bone in our body. To say that we were frustrated at our lack of productivity is an understatement, and we struggled against it the whole day in an effort to turn things around, but it just wouldn’t happen. To wake again this morning in a similar state is just pure annoying at this stage. I have already lost Monday to the hospital and Tuesday to my hectic recent lifestyle catching up on me, but here  I am midweek, Wednesday, struggling to pull something out of the bag today so that this is not another wasted one. I still haven’t the energy for the garden but I am damned if I will go another day without getting some writing done.

With The Queen of Pentacles Card simply commiserating with me, she naturally led on to The Eight of Pentacles. This Card, another Pentacle, just amplified my situation and highlighted how I should be spending my day today; stuck into my work, giving it my all while multi-tasking at every available opportunity. It depicted me as I normally am and how I approach my work, simple as that. With The Nine of Swords coming in last, it was as if the two Preceding Pentacle Cards were pointing their fingers at it and saying out loud,  and accusingly enough for The Queen of Swords to hear, ‘look, this is how we normally are but we can’t get our work done because of that, don’t blame us for this is one of your own Suit, another Sword, causing us all this grief and draining our batteries’. Well it is true, I would have so much more done if that Nine of Swords would just give us a break and politely remove itself from our immediate proximity. Then I could settle back down to My Queen of Pentacles Self and get busy and productive once more. I need a bit of help from my Queen of Wands Side as she will help see off and out of town that dreadful Nine of Swords with its aching head and tired-as-hell feeling. I need my Fire back and I promise I won’t take it for granted again by overdoing it. I shall do my best to pace myself.

However, I have one final thing to say about my Reading and it comes back to the exacting high standards of The Queen of Pentacles and The Eight of Pentacles. Are they over-reacting and getting too stressed about losing a couple of days to feeling poorly? I am writing and it is Wednesday. I couldn’t have done any work on Monday because I was away at the Hospital most of the day and then Ikea. Therefore, I have only fully lost yesterday. The stress of being unproductive in that short space of time is adding to The Nine of Swords. I should let it go, for as awful as I feel, I am back at my desk and getting at least some work done! Mind you, it is still hard to convince myself of that. I sure hope I feel better tomorrow.

Daffodils 2014

Spring Blessings,

Vivien (your Tarot Teacher)

Copyright © 2006-2014 Vivien Ní Dhuinn

My Daily Tarot Reading

Hail Fellow Tarotites,

I thought I would share my Daily Card Reading with you today and will do my best, time allowing, to Post them as often as I can as I know you find them useful as a Learning Tool. Oh by the way, I made up that word, Tarotites just now.

Queen of Swords Upright  7 of Cups Upright  The Empres Upright

This morning, I was lying in bed. I was not fully awake, more like in the tween time, semi-aware that I was awake. I had several flashing images behind my closed eyes and thought I just might fall back to sleep again. With a massive effort I managed to ask my partner what time it was for he always wakes early. I didn’t want to open my eyes just yet and was hoping it was early enough to turn over and go back to sleep. Sadly it was gone 9a.m.  and so my mind kicked into gear. Already, I was trying to do a ‘To Do List’ in my head. Today I needed to fit in my writing hours along with doing some long overdue heavy housework, as well as my workout. Time was ticking by and being wasted every extra second I lay in the bed. Today I had planned to start washing down the cupboard tops in the kitchen, I knew they were covered in dust, and also to begin the laborious task of washing the walls which overtime become sooty looking from burning candles at the dinner table and of course my partner’s love of using the wok which always results in a smoky kitchen and me choking from the fumes of chillies and god knows what other red-hot things he puts in his concoctions. It was going to be back-breaking work, but just couldn’t be put off any longer.

I hauled myself from the bed and down the stairs to make the morning coffee and feed the cats. Once that little ritual was over and done I took myself into my little office space and stared down at all the little notes and post its I have made to remind me of things I want to write about, emails to be returned and phone calls to make. While I am writing it often happens that something pops into my mind that is not related to what I am currently working on, but another area of the course, and sometimes areas I have already worked on that need amending. I write these little notes to myself and my desk is littered with them. Half the time when I pick them up, I haven’t a clue what the little notes refers to.  I have telephone numbers with no names and one note I looked at this morning just read The Star. I know it was referring to The Star in The Major Arcana, but other than that I was baffled. I then looked at my notebook and that too was covered with little reminders of stuff I wanted to add to Truly Teach Me Tarot and everywhere there were two messages repeated several times, ‘Take more Photos’ and ‘ Organise Videos’ .

I sat down, and for a while just thought of all the work I still had to do on The Course and it seemed like a bottomless pit. I suddenly wondered whether I would have the time today to ring acquaintances of mine in relation to doing some mini courses for me that would tie in nicely with learning The Tarot. I want to make them available on my site in the near future. I know a very good Palm Reader who also teaches Palmistry, a woman who teaches Psychic Development and Mediumship. She is also a Tarot Master and teaches the Tarot as well. Oh, she is an Astrologist as well.  An amazing woman, and so down to earth. Then there is the woman who is a Numerologist and has a slot on radio and tv.  How are they ever going to know that I want them to put together a few courses for my site if I never actually get around to asking them? So much to do and not enough time. I decided to do my Daily Card Reading before I went any further with my day.

My Cards came out as follows:

Queen of Swords Upright  7 of Cups Upright  The Empres Upright

As soon as I saw my Cards I quickly looked over my shoulder to see if someone had been watching me for it sure felt like it. There was The Queen of Swords, the Writer staring at The Seven of Cups and asking ‘What is all this mess?’ I saw The Cups in a Symbolic Manner as representing all my pieces of paper and things I had to do. I could see the Figure as me, just staring at them and wondering where do I start and what was that message on that piece of paper in my hand supposed to mean? When had I written it and why? The Figure was looking at all the different areas that needed attention and I suddenly felt that the Figure was a bit overwhelmed by it all. The Queen of Swords was taking no-nonsense from me and her tone was very sharp indeed. She told me in a brisk voice that I needed to create some sort of order out of all the pieces of paper. She asked me where my Daily Diary was and I told her I didn’t have  one, but that I had been meaning to get one except I had been too busy. She cut me off with a razor-sharp retort. ‘Well how do you expect to know what you have to do every day if you do not have a Diary to consult?’ I told her that I used the pieces of paper and also had some sort of mental filing system. She was impressed by the last bit, the mental filing system, but threw me a disparaging look. ‘Well it obviously isn’t working very well for you is it, and just look at the mess and clutter on your desk, how can you work properly with all that stuff around you?’ I told her that I was planning on tidying it next week but she cut me off again with ‘is that what I think it is on the floor, propped up against the wall, is it a notice board?’ ‘Yes’, I replied weakly. ‘Well why isn’t it on the wall and being used as it was intended to be?’. ‘I am going to hang it any day now’ again she broke in. ‘And what day do you  plan to hang it on the wall, the 12th of never?’ She laughed at her own facetious remark. ‘This weekend, I promise’. ‘Good’ said she ‘I will be checking back to make sure you have.

She then continued with her lecture telling me how much more I would produce if I had some order and plan of action, instead of scratching my head wondering where I should start. She rambled on about the importance of Time Management and wanted to know what I had to achieve today.  I told her of my writing, my housework and my workout. She called me towards her and asked for a piece of paper and a pen. She asked me what time it was and I told her it was 10am. ‘Right she said, the best thing is to get the housework out of the way first, so I am going to put you down for Housework until 1.30pm. Then you must stop that and prepare your lunch while your computer is taking its usual, forever time, to come to life. Take your lunch to your desk and eat it while you are checking your emails and any other correspondence that needs to be dealt with. Once lunch is finished, set yourself ‘Three Must Do Tasks’ that you have to complete on your WordPress Site. I want you to work consistently at this until 5pm. Then you must stop and prepare for your workout. You will need a good stretch after sitting at the computer for three and a half hours straight. Once your workout is complete, attend to a few more areas of housework, things you didn’t get finished this morning. After that get your dinner on, and while it is cooking get the ironing board out, iron those curtains you washed yesterday and re-hang them. Before you eat your dinner get set up for your Tarot Client who is arriving early tomorrow morning. Once you have all that done, sit and enjoy your dinner. The rest of the evening is yours to do as you please for you have achieved what you set out to. See how simple it all can be when we plan things properly.’

Just before she heads off she decides to throw me a guarded compliment. Really Vivien, you have achieved so much in such a short time, regardless of the scattered mess on your desk.  In reality your output of writing is commendable and you have worked consistently hard at it. Just keep it up and each day that goes by, you are getting that much closer to completion. She throws a look over at The Empress who is waiting to see me and asks her opinion? The Empress asks me to take a good look around her at all the abundant growth she is surrounded by. She says that everything is flourishing and that I am making much progress. She tilts her head up to look at the number III above her head and then looks back at me. Everything is maturing and moving along very nicely, so you do not need to get too worked up about things. Just like the environment I sit in, your work has taken on a life of its own and because you have tended and nurtured it so well, your rewards will be bountiful. However, My dear Queen of Swords, I think you need to use your Sword to cut Vivien some slack as she deserves a break every now and then, time for her to do something just for her. I think you should do something nice tomorrow Vivien once your morning client has gone. Get dressed up and go out somewhere really appealing to your senses, or light the fire and lie on the couch for the afternoon reading a magazine or book. No computer for a full day, if that is possible?’

I listen to both of them for they have valid points. I decide to follow The Queen of Swords Program for the day, and to be honest it works remarkably well, even if I have over run my computer time. I should be finished by 6pm and then can do my workout. Just an hour behind schedule, that’s not bad is it? I certainly will enjoy my wine tonight and will watch my favourite Soaps, and maybe a movie before bed. I got three-quarters of the kitchen done which isn’t bad and a lot of work completed on my Course. I promise to get more organised next week, sort out a diary and hang the notice board on the wall once and for all. I will write proper notes to myself and spend some time detailing a complete list of everything I have to do and then draw up a realistic time frame for doing it in. I don’t want to get a tongue lashing from The Queen of Swords the next time she shows up. I know her heart is in the right place and she just wants the best for me, to push me further than I think I can go. She is great to have around when you need a good pep talk, and the best thing is that she says what she has to say and that’s it. She doesn’t harp on about it after that. She will expect me to have heeded her advice for she does not like having to repeat herself. She believes her communication is crystal clear the first time round.

Right so that is me logging off with just a minute to spare. Bye for now.

xxx Vivien (Your Tarot Teacher)


Sample Health Readings Are Ready To View

Hello to All, 

5 of Cups Upright Ace of Pentacles Revesed 9 of Wands Reversed

Following on from last week’s Health Meanings for The Minor Arcana, I have prepared some Sample Health Readings to help you get a better feel for dealing with Health Related Issues when they turn up in a Reading. 

I hope that all who are studying The Truly Teach Me Tarot Course have paid close attention to the advice and guidelines provided in Lesson Nine, along with the attached Health Supplements for the Individual Cards in The Four Suits. 

Sample Health Readings have been based on the Minor Arcana Cards only; Ace to Ten in each Suit, with the exception of using a Court Card as a Significator in one of the Readings.

As we progress through the Court Cards and Major Arcana, more Health Meanings will be revealed and then added to the existing Combination List.

The Sample Health Readings can be accessed by Clicking on the Link below, or by going to the Sub-Menu in Lesson Nine.

Sample Health Readings – Minor Arcana

I do hope you find they further assist your deepening knowledge of Reading The Tarot Cards. 

Brightest Blessings,

Vivien (Your Tarot Teacher)