The Seeker steps through into the unknown, a demanding proposition requiring strength before her. Sharp teeth gnaw at her fingers, threatening to devour her efforts and kill her resolve. The cold sharp blades open to give way for calming waters. A new road of potential opens, an outgrowth of the entanglement. The waters lead to the king of coins. From a tentative beginning, the lady has arrived on solid ground, a mighty staff on hand, with the power of a newly minted coin as a reward. The power of knowledge and discernment. The power to know and act.
These days I have been rereading the marvelous treat by Jose Leitao, “The Immaterial Book of St. Cyprian: Folk Concepts and Views on The Book as a Cultural Item Through the Reading of Folk Narratives,” published by Rubedo Press earlier this year. (Can be found here). It is a compendium of folk tales from the Iberian Peninsula, namely Portugal, that involve The Book of St. Cyprian.
As I read the book a second time around, many tangents converge, my work with the cards, my work with the spirits and saints, and also my life as it is moving at the moment. One of the many lessons that have resonated and stayed with me from my teacher Camelia Elias, is that of living in the moment, not in the past and not in the future. What does the moment require of me? This is a good question to ask oneself regularly as life continues to move and change and shift. It is a reminder that all we have is this moment, the now, additionally, it is a reminder to be aware. As I contemplate what “I” am at this moment, I sense certain shifts taking place.
In line with this thinking, The Immaterial Book of St. Cyprian reminds me through its folktales the invaluable concept of daring, especially when roaming at the periphery of established order, or consensus. This is resonant nowadays as structures loom high, and one is driven to move about in a manner that requires dynamism and elasticity. Life has shown me that plans are rarely linear, from point A to point B and afterwards point C. Lady Fortuna has a way of keeping us on our toes as the wheel keeps turning. What better way to engage with the ever-turning wheel than keeping to the moment? Asking the “I” what does the moment require of me?
Moreover, in the folktales presented in the book, one of the most prominent ideas found therein is that of treasure. The promise of treasure, after enduring a test of daring and courage, involving facing fears, the night, the unknown, or spirits. What I mean to get at in the face of all these intangibles and unknowns, the treasure somewhere down the road, is that the best stance is always remaining in the moment, with a dash of courage on hand, and versatility on your feet.
Now I want to remove the coins out of the way and leave the way open for whatever arises. The pips are really rather quite simple, it is all a matter of space and movement, too much or too little. Eventually, in the following months, I will condense my thoughts on the batons. For now, here are the remaining cards of the suit of coins along with a message.
The entanglement of materialization, of becoming, keeps out hearts attached, but keeping an open heart goes a long way in carrying us along the the journey.
*More on the spread featured in the beginning and the tarot deck used in a later post.