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quote:Originally posted by Rex City-zen:
My one main point of interest is this:
In revelations, the beast is numbered 6 hundered, 3 score and six.
Depends what translation you read, pet. 666, 616 or, as some scholars have it, 621. A lot of punters reckon that the no. of the beast has summat to do with the no. of days in the human gestation period. "For it is a human number..."
Dunno how they work that out, tho'. I make nine times thirty equal to 270.
When people talk about the Devil card, the interpretation seems to go one of two ways:- either the traditinonal veiw (evil, being bound to dangerous situations, dangerous people whatever) or a more PC angle in which the Devil is regarded as a corruption of the horned god (Pan, duh. Or whatever monniker you happen favour) and interpreted accordingly. In the latter case, the interpretation tends to be that some sort of phobic state is holding the questioner back, and that this is most probably due to a fear of one's wild, animal self. Perfectly valid, of course; but when I see this card I'm reminded of a powerful and formative tarot reading experience I had. (Yeah, more Carnivalistic navel gazing. Go back to sleep.)
I was about 16 and reading for a lass a couple of years older than me. I looked at this spread and I saw a big, dark vortex, sucking me down. She had every grim card you care to think of. The Tower, swords all over the place- real scary shit, and right in the middle of it all, the Devil card.
There was a kind of rank emotional smell, and a strong image of speed- as if I were on a vehicle travelling very fast. It was like a voice was speaking to me without words:
She has a freind she knows is dangerous. She wants to break away, but if she doesn't this freind will kill her. Warn her.
I looked up into the questioner's face. I didn't want to scare her, but I just had tell her what I'd seen. Eventually I gave out a bowdlerized version of the warning I'd recieved, mentioning a dangerous person in her life. She nodded and went on her way.
A couple of months later I ran into her again. I read her cards and the spread was completely different; pleasantly banal.
"What have you changed?" I asked.
Turned out she'd broken up with her boyfreind, who was in a slightly scary biker gang. Don't think I had anyting to do with it, really. She must have been about ready to dump him anyhow. I didn't know her, never met the boyf, but I have the strongest feeling that for her, a disaster was averted at that time.
Watch this card. When it turns up then something big is afoot.
[ 08-10-2001: Message edited by: Mordant Carnival ] |
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