I previously mentioned the shelved image that stepped aside to let the Architect’s Hand slide into being… Working titles of dancers? Death dancers? (Though now officially named as per this blog post title). As I pulled this image out for the day, I smiled as I thought that it was number 13 to be written about… Then smiled some more as again the Architect’s Hand had queue jumped and shoved Death into 14th place… Death becomes Temperance. It amuses me though I can’t explain why.
It was an image that I was unsure of… Did it fit? Should I let it live or die? I threw the casting vote over to C…
“Bloody hell… that’s hardcore! Yeah deffo keep it in.. there’s always a scary one in a deck … it’s kind of Kali like x”
A thumbs up from C channelling Caligula… OK, you live!
I’m at a loss now as to where exactly in the process this image appeared. I entered “death” into the search bar and it seems to pervade most every postcard… So, instead of pinpointing the origin, I opted to pluck words which felt ripest today.
C is a much more organised scribe and probably could locate the birth of death… But here are snippets from her notes.
Jera 13.09.15 Discussion Of course we talked about sex. We talked about someone on facebook claiming to be a shaman and arguing about someone else not being a shaman but never leaving their computer and facebook. Creating a disturbance so that people are drawn to your page. ‘Why do you feel the need to bang your drum about being a shaman’. You’re gifted the title. Sitting on FB isn’t the same as doing it. We talked about Bruce Parry and tribe – about the personal connections he made with people and that he is probably closer to a true shaman. We had a conversation about race and national characteristics. We talked about the fighting blood of our island race and death before surrender as opposed to characteristics that are less ‘fighty’. We talked of self-hatred and how it comes back sometimes – about having your heart cracked open. Emotion and projections.
I find myself smiling as I recall that Jera is the 12th rune… Jera – Harvest…
12…13…14… All engaged in dancing around and inbetween each other, soft shoe shuffling… Le Batelur moving 3 cups… Cherchez la Femme Fatale… Is your number up?
I ponder on why death has become sanitised and shoved out of sight in modern times… Why we value length of life over quality of life… Why we don’t observe fully Quality of death… Maybe that will change?
In current climes, I hear homesick 20 year olds with heavy hearts wondering if they will see their grandparents die or if grandparents will see them die… When did we fall into assuming that Death respects or even recognises a natural order to life…
In ignoring death, we take life for granted… And in taking life for granted, then we risk a life unlived, which I guess is just Death by another name… But a much less sexy version! Carpe Memento Mori Seize Remember Death