Last night, after watching the doom and gloom of the evening news, I pulled out my Flornoy Dodal from its leather pouch and shuffled hard; go on, tell me about the future (I sighed); tell me about the euro. I can’t stand all this speculation and uncertainty, these exhausting fluctuations of the stock market. Just tell me. I drew the following cards.
Death in prime position says it all really. And yet I am torn as to whether this means the unquestionable end of the euro or whether it means that there will simply be abrupt changes, a slicing off from what we have hitherto known, the end of the old ways. At any rate, there is a definite break here, a rupture of sorts. The fact that the Page of Cups appears, rhythmically echoing Death (they complement each other like bookends) makes me think of the Page’s idealism and naivety mown down. And then the way the Nine of Wands comes like an X between Death and the Page of Cups makes it look like a sum, a multiplication or a formula. Death multiplies/amplifies idealism, makes it worse. See how they maintain eye contact, staring each other out like cats (or is the Page still trying, against all odds, to focus on the chalice, on the treasure, hopeless in the face of stronger forces?) And is the number 9 (of Wands) the number that represents almost the end of the road? An interesting, worrying result for a serious issue. Not sure what else there is to say, though the fact that it wasn’t The Tower makes me feel slightly better.