Or so said the billboard that has been confronting me at the BART station the past couple of times I took the train out to Castro Valley.
It was a billboard for the new Jeffery Deaver mystery, "The Twelfth Card."
Guess what card graced the cover of the book?
The Hanged Man. Of course, as a tarot reader, I look at this advertisement and think, "Shame on you, Jeffery Deaver!"
Last night, I had gone to another Pathworking meeting. This time, the path was Netzach to Tiphareth.
This path can be easily understood by its corresponding card, Death. It must be understood that death is a part of life. It does not serve one well to go frolicking in the Forest of Dingley Dell (spot the old Prog Rock reference, buddies!) and just forget that death happens.
Much like the Tower card, my thinking is, "If you're gonna make an omlette, ya gotta break some eggs." But Death takes this idea even further than the Tower, it doesn't just break the eggs, it obliterates them. There is a chance that they will completely relinquish their inherent "eggness." We do not yet know what we will be "when the roll is called up yonder."
Having said that though, another aspect of it is rebirth. Scorpio, in its capacity of being the stinging insect as well as the eagle, reminds me of the process from larva to pupa to adult butterfly. Once the old is cleared away, there is room for the new life.
In related news, some of you will have a new sister by the end of the year.
So I live with these concepts of death and new life, until next pathworking, when I will be guided by the twelfth card, the Hanged Man.
To paraphrase (and correct) the Jeffery Deaver ad, "Any secret worth keeping is worth dying for."