Tri-Sacred Blades Come ‘Round Again

I’ve picked these three cards before, and here they are again. I keep dreaming about cats since dear Mr. Stitch died in December, and last night I had a dream about cuddling my favourite cat of all time, Mr. Tweed.

Mr. Aloysius Tweed, also known as Ginger Ted; Tweedie; Tweeter, Beeter Beeps; The Beepers; Beeps; Constable Tweed of the Investigation Squad; died at the age of 18 from old age and diabetes in 2000. He did not have an easy death, as with most people and animals. In the dream he was young and I was picking him up from boarding at someone’s house while I was away, and I had him in a blanket and we were cuddling. I was walking around and he sat in my arms, quite placid, and not wanting to jump down.

Always remember:

The Investigation Squad
Is on the move,
On the job!

So I thought I’d do a Tri-Sacred draw to see what was up with the cats in dreams situation.

3 BLADES (3 of Swords)
3 OF SPADES
THREE OF BLADES

TriSacredMar18_15

The Tarot of the Absurd always reminds me of taking flight and being anchored, but if you notice, the blades are cutting, perhaps painful but perhaps also a release so flight can take place.

The Diary of a Broken Soul card seems rather ominous, she is cutting herself, which is often a release for people amid their emotional pain. There is also the suggestion that the pain might be created by you, and worse than the reality truly is. We can get mired in these patterns of degrading ourselves and thinking of ourselves as worthless and deserving of being outcast.

The Ironwing card…I find myself drawn to the window today, reminding me of old attics of memories where you might be trapped looking out through cracked windows at the rain; like a ghost, you haunt the attic of memory. Lorena refers to the trident as having “double-bladed words of truth” which echoes the idea of words making things difficult when situations aren’t as bad as you think.

As you age, memories often do crop up, it’s very hard to pull yourself away from the attic window some days amid new changes and people, music, everything new in the world. You can have a pleasant visit but then get locked in that attic.

I think for me, all the cats I have lived with remind me of youth and cheerier times, or at least healthier times, when we gardened a lot and life was ahead of us and our cats kept us company. We were all young together, so it is perhaps about cats but also perhaps about being young, letting that go.

I discovered a poet I hadn’t known about named William Stafford, an American who died in 1993. He writes poems about nature and small moments, the every day moments. I have ordered an anthology of his work from the library. I don’t have the money to buy books now, so the library comes in handy. While browsing him online I saw a poem that reverberated with me. It seemed to go well with my insomnia and dreams.

WAKING AT 3 A.M.
by William Stafford

Even in the cave of the night when you
wake and are free and lonely,
neglected by others, discarded, loved only
by what doesn’t matter–even in that
big room no one can see,
you push with your eyes till forever
comes in its twisted figure eight
and lies down in your head.

You think water in the river;
you think slower than the tide in
the grain of the wood; you become
a secret storehouse that saves the country,
so open and foolish and empty.

You look over all that the darkness
ripples across. More than has ever
been found comforts you. You open your
eyes in a vault that unlocks as fast
and as far as your thought can run.
A great snug wall goes around everything,
has always been there, will always
remain. It is a good world to be
lost in. It comforts you. It is
all right. And you sleep.

Push with your eyes till forever comes.

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7 Comments on “Tri-Sacred Blades Come ‘Round Again”

  1. chloetarot Says:

    That idea of building a wall inside to create a space that is safe for sleep resonates with me. Sometimes, lying in bed, I feel I have to spool my thoughts in like so many threads splayed out into the world, before I can calm in the dark.

    • JJ Says:

      Our minds are all over the place!

      There is something about the dark. I’ve been waking up at 3 a.m. for years. For at least a decade it was 3 a.m. almost every night. Now it varies.

      • chloetarot Says:

        Annoying, strange, and yet also interesting how our body clocks work…

        • JJ Says:

          My naturopath told me 3 a.m. had a meaning of grief in a Chinese system. It could be peri-menopause or menopause. I also think computers and excessive light at night might be contributing to such things.

  2. Beverly King Says:

    My latest gift of menopause has been a 2am wake-up. It is interesting to watch one’s mind at such a dark, quiet time. 🙂 I recently discovered Stafford too (instant love for me) when I came across this poem:

    Ask Me

    Some time when the river is ice ask me
    mistakes I have made. Ask me whether
    what I have done is my life. Others
    have come in their slow way into
    my thought, and some have tried to help
    or to hurt: ask me what difference
    their strongest love or hate has made.

    I will listen to what you say.
    You and I can turn and look
    at the silent river and wait. We know
    the current is there, hidden; and there
    are comings and goings from miles away
    that hold the stillness exactly before us.
    What the river says, that is what I say.

    • JJ Says:

      What amazes me: we are both old enough to have heard of William Stafford, to have read one of his poems in a newspaper (back in the day they did publish poetry) and yet we missed him.

      I find odd poets now and then but none with this staggering volume of work. That poem is wonderful too–for a “simple” poem it holds such a visual and sensual (smell, feel) memory.

      He had two collections of poetry in print:

      1) Ask Me: 100 Essential Poems
      2) The Darkness Around Us Is Deep

      I ordered 2) from the library but I think I’m going to like him and will end up buying one or both collections. Instant love indeed. I find poetry is something you need stillness for; I often read it when I’m sleepless at night, it fits.


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