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The Skull in The Seven of Cups – What does it mean?

The Skull in The Seven of Cups

 What does it Mean?

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The Skull in the Seven of Cups

I received a query from a new tarot student about the skull that appears to be carved on the 6th Cup in the imagery of the Seven of Cups. Instead of replying directly, I have decided to write a post on it as there is quite a bit to discuss, and several theories to bandy about.  The Seven of Cups is a very complex card and carries many versions of interpretation.   I am quite confident of the potential in writing a complete book on this card alone if I set my mind to it.   I have never mentioned the presence of the skull on the Seven of Cups before, as from deck to deck of the Rider Waite, it is not always prominent.

The Wreath is all about Success, fame, achievement and victory. There are various theories about the skull on Cup 6 in the Seven of Cups but apart from some bizarre ones, there is generally an understanding that it is associated with Victory over Death. This can be viewed in many aspects, just like every other symbol in Tarot, and really depends how you intuitively interpret it at the time of drawing it. Does the skull jump out at you immediately? There are probably many of you who have never noticed it before.

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The Cups are very creative and artistic. The skull resembles Death which reminds us that we are immortal, and that Death will come to us all. So how can we triumph over death? We succeed in this by leaving something of value behind us that will outlive our mortal bodies.  Take the writer/musician/artist whose works live on many centuries after their demise. Because of their success or achievement in mortal life, they gain a form of immortality. They may be dead but their name lives on. Athletes, rulers, scientists, inventors of the past are all to be found in history books, or have their lives documented in one manner or another. However, the Skull in the Seven of Cups, also reminds us of the flip side of being immortalised because of personal victories in life. Along with those long dead and gone who we celebrate and recall in such awe and wonder, are those we remember for all the wrong reasons. Read the rest of this entry

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Your Tarot Teacher is Back !

I’m Back !

Hi to all my Tarot Friends in the World,

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Just want to let you all know that I am back at my Truly Teach Me Tarot Desk once more and gearing up to get stuck into some serious writing.  I will be dealing with all my outstanding comments and correspondence first, so if you have sent a comment and heard nothing back from me, hang on in there as I wade through the pile. It is just me who runs this whole site and does all the writing, including building the new site, which still has to be launched!!! I have many roles to play and at times it can become quite a juggling act.  Throwing college into the mix, certainly didn’t help. You have all been so patient with me during this time and I really want to thank you for your support. I have had to put everything to the side in the last few months as deadlines for assignments and college exams sucked every second of my time and energy. I have officially finished college after a grueling year of information overload in Digital Technology. I must say it has been one of the toughest times of my life, and certainly not helped by fatigue from major surgery less than a year ago, and the need for further surgery in May of this year. I am not as young as I once was, and by the end of college on the 29th of June was practically in a state of collapse from nervous exhaustion and horrendous insomnia.

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Once it was all over, I was packed off to the Atlantic seaside town of Clonakilty in West Cork, Ireland, to rest and restore my troubled mind and body. My partner’s house is there right beside the beach of Inchydoney, and apart from one day of horrendous rain, we were blessed with glorious sunshine. I arrived looking pale, stressed and wan, but by the time I departed a week later, clad in flip-flops and shorts, I looked tanned and much healthier.  I really didn’t want to come home so soon as I felt I needed more time. Many of you will know that I have suffered from a myriad of complicated and obscure health problems in recent years, and several of them flared up while in my final two months of college. A week was certainly not going to fully heal me.

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However, return I did, but something very important happened before I left, and I hold the Atlantic Ocean responsible for it. For the last couple of years I have been in a dilemma as to whether I should pack up and leave where I live in Kildare and move down South to my partner in Clonakilty. I have dithered and dawdled, and worried about discommoding my three cats by taking them away from the home they have lived in for so long. Up until now I have been incapable of making a decision, and that in itself has caused considerable stress. It means my partner must travel to visit me and vice versa. It has been a ridiculous scenario to be living in for grown adults, but there you go, that is what we have done.

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Anyhow, I think it was either the last or second last day of my stay, while I was standing in the ocean staring out to sea, that a moment of enlightenment came over me, and there and then I decided what must happen. The thoughts of leaving to go back to Kildare, left me with a terrible sense of homesickness for Clonakilty. I shouldn’t feel so awful about going home, but I did. I wouldn’t have batted an eyelid if someone rang me, let’s say a government official, and declared that I no longer had a house in Kildare, no longer had any possessions or rights there, and that returning wasn’t  an option I could entertain. I probably would have asked what was to happen to the cats, but other than that, I would have said, “okay”, politely thanked him and hung up before jumping up and down on the spot with glee.

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