Thursday, February 22, 2018

The Tower – Raging fires

Mary El Tarot Nine of Wands The Tower
Yesterday I pulled the Nine of Wands from the Mary-El tarot as my card for the day. This card felt really significant since my inner Tiger has been dormant for quite some time now.  I know Tigers don’t hibernate but it sure does look like mine is a real sleepyhead.
Today I asked my deck of cards what I could do to wake up my Tiger and ignite my inner fire again. I pulled the Tower. Now, why does this not surprise me one bit? Really, I can’t think of a more suitable card to answer this question with. The Tower is the strongest wakeup call in the whole deck. Its energy crushes unfounded structures and old and outdated beliefs. It undermines the stories we tell about ourselves. It wrecks everything we thought was true and sacred. All these things and much more is as fuel for the raging fire we see in this card.

I believe we can release our Tiger and set our true self free if we are willing to sacrifice our illusion of safety and security, our preconceived notion of how life ought to be, and many more things that no longer are part of our reality but only hold us captive in our Tower. This doesn’t always mean we have to change our whole life: A new job, a new house, and a new husband etc. I think it is more often a radical change of our perspective and a new way of setting our goals and priorities. For me, it is mainly about getting Fear out of the driver’s seat and reclaiming my strength and confidence to chart my own course in life.


  1. I came across a poem by Dorothy Hunt recently that goes well with these cards:

    The Invitation

    When God comes in your house
    it is only by your invitation,
    but even your invitation is God's,
    for she has always been
    landlady and tenant,
    windows and walls,
    the fire in your hearth
    and the cold wind blowing at your door.

    At first, her visits seem so welcome.
    She brings tea and cookies and loves you
    so sweetly inside your own heart.
    You keep inviting her back
    by your prayers and meditations,
    imagining you've found the one you always wanted
    who will hold you on her endless lap
    and take away your pain forever.

    But pretty soon, she starts arriving
    unexpectedly, at odd hours of the day and night,
    and every time she comes,
    she takes something away–
    a pretty picture here, a bookcase there,
    maybe even some trash
    you are happy to be rid of
    in your basement.

    But at some point, it occurs to you
    she intends to move in completely.
    And now the mind starts backing up:
    "Perhaps you could come back another day,
    after I've worked on my house,
    after I've bought nicer furniture,
    after I've finished my fight with evil,
    after I've planted a peace garden."

    But you must know
    that if you invite God in,
    sooner or later she will set up house,
    and when she does, beware;
    for she tosses out every single thing
    she does not need, which,
    in the case of the personality,
    is every single thing you thought you were.

    Every thought and cherished belief
    she just throws out on the garbage heap;
    and that might be fine if she replaced them,
    but she never replaces those sacred thoughts;
    she utterly destroys them. She strips the coverings
    off the walls, and peels the paper from the window glass,
    opens the door to invite in the wind,
    and every creature you wanted kept out.

    Sometimes she cleans your house gently,
    dismantling it room by room.
    But often, she just comes in with a torch,
    and you feel in your gut the fire burn
    in the center of your separate comfort,
    and you watch the contents of your house
    melt and turn to ash,
    and the roof blow off.

    And just when you think
    there is nothing more that she could take,
    she opens the ground beneath
    the barely intact shell of your house,
    and all the levels of your being
    fall into the space that has no name;
    and you are left alone in all the world,
    without a map, without a path, without a point of view.

    And you know you are creator of your dreams,
    your dreams of mountains and rivers,
    calm seas and storm clouds,
    crashes of lightning and spacecraft,
    beautiful babies asleep at the breast,
    joyful dancing and puppies at play,
    Spring's new blossoms,
    and the threat of Winter's war.

    And at this point,
    what you are inside your house
    is simply What is looking out.
    Nothing's left but what is looking,
    yet everything you see is you.
    Now your life turns inside out.
    Your body is the world of being
    looking out of Just What Is.

    And strange as it seems
    to the mind of your memory,
    you enjoy each dance of yourself,
    even the pains you hoped to be rid of,
    you experience fully without regret.
    For everywhere your eye may look,
    all it sees is infinite love
    displaying itself in creation.

    And just to be completely honest,
    there are times you might be tempted
    to rebuild your house of concepts,
    for the mind just loves to think;
    but the fire of Truth resides within you,
    where it always lived before you knew,
    and it keeps revealing moment to moment
    what is false and what is true.

    So what can be said about what happens
    when God takes over her house?
    She laughs and simply sips her tea,
    washes her dishes and sleeps when it's time,
    then goes to find another house
    where there has been an invitation,
    an invitation to come in
    from the deep, deep love of Herself.

    1. Wow Bev, This describes so exactly what I am feeling lately. It moved me to tears. Thank you so much for sharing this poem with me.

  2. How about a nice cup of tea, a smile, a hug, and a reminder that tomorrow is a brand new day.

  3. What a powerful post, dear Ellen. The concept of inviting the lightning to strike and break apart outmoded ways of thinking and acting. It reminds me of the Tower card from the Tarot of the Sidhe - a person breaking out of a shell that might seem beautiful, but is still restrictive...
    How to call the lightning? For me, it's that stroke of inspiration that opens me up to exploring my thoughts and assumptions, the initial idea that shows the cracks in my facade :)

    1. Thank you so much Chloe! The Sidhe Tower is indeed a wonderful rendition of The Tower which is so often perceive as very frightening.
      Calling in the lightening for me is most of the time my last resort. When I am at my lowest and nothing seems to add up anymore and the only thing I can do is to let go of my control.