of shadow work
facing the darkness /
to live in the light
to live in the light
Peace family! I hope this finds you well :)
Today's card is the Seven of Swords (Moon in Aquarius), brought to you by the High Priestess (Moon) & Aquarius (Star). Folks haaaaate this card! If you've ever gotten a tarot reading (or watched one on YouTube), you know this is the liar / thief/ sneak / cheat/ doo-doo head card. It's kind of appalling that this card has such a dickhead reputation because its parents are simply lovely.
The High Priestess (Moon) represents our intuition based on lifetimes of experiences. Aquarius (Star) is the transparency & vulnerability of healing after trauma. When you combine these two energies in the Seven of Swords, you have someone who can't help but expect the worst (& gives zero fucks about saying so), because their experiences thus far have been so terribly... terrible.
Let's look at the card literally:
First, can we agree this man is a great performer? I say that because he wears such a peaceful, happy expression, but you just KNOW the way he handles things must hurt. He's holding onto nearly every sharp sword (sharp word) he's received, refusing to release the blades (release the blame). Behind him are painted tents (pain, intense); he's trying to sneak away but he's not stealthy (not healthy). See those dark figures in the bottom left of the picture? They are coming for this man. He smiles but he is hunted on his path (haunted by the past). Yet he attempts to escape from the shadows that lurk (escape from shadow work). Maybe he's drunk...? Maybe he means to walk upright but he's dealing with an unconscious swoon (unconscious wounds) ? There is so much gold behind his back (gone on behind his back). Despite the betrayal, he keeps his cutting swords (cutting words) to himself. If he says anything, it's gentle words (chin to sword). He doesn't like to make a scene (no seeing), which is paradoxical af bc he's putting on a whole show.
However he's not invincible ; he gets that this trick hurts (gets triggered). He looks innocent enough but when he lets them fall, his swords (words) cut deep. He never owns up to it though; he only says I was just playing. When this happens, it calls attention to the fact his painted tents (pain intense) have open rooms (open wounds). For every room (wound) aired out, there is still another one hidden behind. He can't heal (katana/heel). It seems that for every step he takes forward, he takes a step back. He can't get a good grip, can't handle it. I mean he could... but he'd have to hold steel (hold still) , open his eyes & face the plain (pain) & the light.
What's the point of running from your shadows anyway, if your eyes remain closed? Aren't you just keeping yourself in the very dark you're afraid of?
Here's my Seven of Swords story:
I went to the same high school as many of my friends from grammar school, including my best friend since the first grade. Although we had been super close up until that point, we began to grow apart. Our differences were magnified by the fact that we gravitated toward different friend groups. We had friends in common still, but we weren't in the same clique anymore. I was relatively popular up until junior year, when I cheated on my boyfriend with his best friend (refer to the five of cups story); after that I became kind of infamous & I became very aware of people talking about me behind my back, including my friend from the first grade. I felt like I deserved it though, so I let it ride. Meanwhile a mutual friend of ours confided in me that she was bisexual, & that the "boyfriend," she often referred to was actually a woman. Not long afterwards, my childhood friend had a sleepover birthday party & I went. I was kind of uncomfortable because the girls there were acquaintances of mine but friends of hers, & it didn't feel like a safe space. Once again, its just that feeling of being talked about. Finally one of the girls there came out & asked me why I'd hurt my ex-boyfriend the way I had. The question caught me off guard & instead of considering whether I owed them any answers (I did not) I found myself explaining my choices & defending my decisions to a room full of girls who were not my friends. When I could tell I hadn't convinced them that I was right to follow my heart (nor had I convinced myself...), I switched topics. I think I was trying to explain that we all do things we could be judged for & maybe they shouldn't be so freaking judgmental, but I just blurted out that the one girl who actually was my friend & had confided in me & was not at the party, was bisexual. I tossed her secret to the wolves to get those bitches off me. On Monday at school, my best friend from the first grade told our mutual friend that I had outed her. I tried to explain why I did it, & that I didn't mean anything malicious (just playing!) but our mutual friend has never been my friend since, & I've never been friends with my friend from first grade since, either. We're all cool or cordial or whatever, but that's it. I guess I'm trying to say that hurt people hurt people, & I was the hurt person who lashed out in the worst possible way. If I could have just processed my own disappointment in myself for how I handled the boyfriend situation, I wouldn't have projected my guilt by seeking anyone's approval & trading the gossip about me for gossip about someone else.
What are y'alls Seven of Swords?
all of us.