Auntie Doris’s Tarot Card of the Week #41: Death: 11th -17th August 2014

This is the card that puts the ruddy willies up everyone. A Skeleton in a black suit of armour trampling everyone under his horse. He’s already got a King, and a little kiddie and it’s mother are next. And there’s a ruddy bishop stood in front of it, asking it to stop, but I don’t see him getting anywhere with that idea. Death comes to us all! If you think you can avoid it, you’ve got another think coming. No wonder people don’t like this card, what could be worse?
Well, as far as I’m concerned, there could be a lot worse than this card. Look at me… I’m ruddy dead aren’t I? And it hasn’t done me any harm. When I was alive hardly anyone at all knew me, and now I am a world famous blogger and entertainer with literally hundreds of friends, and not all of them are just on Facebook either!
The main thing about the death card is that it means “change.” Of course, death is a big change for anyone who goes through it, but there are other types of change as well, ones that you don’t have to die to experience.
For a start there’s “the change” that ladies of a certain age go through. When my sister Pearl went through that change, she was ruddy intolerable for a bit. It was about the time that my mother died, and she went right overboard about how she should have had that Chinese tea caddy when she knew fine well that mother had wanted me to have it. She didn’t speak to me for years over that.
But there’s other changes as well, in the card there is going to be a change of monarch, because that old King’s ruling days are over, what with him laid under the horse with his crown knocked clean off his head, like Emily Davison at the 1913 Derby. And a change of leader might not be a bad thing. That’s why people change their jobs isn’t it? And why football teams change their managers.
Not many people like change; moving house, a new job, dying… things like that always involve saying goodbye to something that we are used to, and it can be worrying and uncomfortable. But there are symbols all over the card that give you the hope that the change might not turn out as bad as you thought they might. I reckon that the sun is rising in the background, and look at the skeleton’s horse, it is white, and pure and noble, symbolising change for the better. That little kiddie hasn’t been trampled into the ground yet, and even though her poor mother is fainting away, she might yet wake up to find out that her and the Bairn have been spared. Even the bishop symbolises sprititualism defying death. Or something like that.
Finally that ruddy great flag the skeleton has got. It has a white Rose on it, rather than the black Rose of death. The white rose symbolises good things, new beginnings, love, honesty, integrity, and, of course, Yorkshire, the home of all such things.
So don’t go having nightmares, the death card is your friend.
Four things that you might do this week: (i) Apply for a new job, or if you haven’t got one, either apply for a different type of job than you normally do, or take up a new hobby. You never know what will happen when you change your game. (ii) get that skeleton out of your closet, confess to someone about that thing that you did all those years ago. Yes… you! You know exactly what I’m on about, so don’t go pretending that you don’t. I’m not saying that you should go running your mouth off to a vicar or a policeman or anyone, you can tell some drunken stranger in a pub, or ring the Samaritans for all I care, but you will feel better with it off your chest. (iii) Try and make a few new friends, either on Facebook or in real life. Don’t worry about not succeeding, their loss, but it might be fun and it might be life changing. (iv) Book a holiday in Yorkshire. Even if you already live in Yorkshire. The Yorkshire tourist industry could always do with the money, especially in Withernsea, which is a pleasure to visit at any time of the year.

5 thoughts on “Auntie Doris’s Tarot Card of the Week #41: Death: 11th -17th August 2014

  1. Thanks Auntie- I get that card every infrequent reading..death worries me not unless it feels claustrophobic? Did yours? And the worry my old Aunt Bud will be there, bigoted old cow hated me since I was 11, she asked at the lunch table if I wanted to be a teacher or a nurse, “Neither said I, I want to be a Lesbian like Miss Torrko (Our Neighbor) and drive a truck”. Beef Noodle soup was sprayed across the room from her nostrils. My other Aunt Nell tripped over the dog legging it to the loo. Bud died within a year and I got the blame, have you met anyone nasty there?

    • My death was relatively easy, Worzelodd. I think that your body releases chemicals when the time comes to ease you through it. And if not, the hospital pumps a few into you.
      Over on the other side, we tend to see a bigger picture than they did when we were alive. That means that we are a bit more understanding and tolerant, and all get on a ruddy sight better. Nastiness is a trait of the realm of the living.

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