{"version":"1.0","type":"rich","provider_name":"Acast","provider_url":"https://acast.com","height":250,"width":700,"html":"","title":"[pilot] Why Tarot?","thumbnail_width":200,"thumbnail_height":200,"thumbnail_url":"https://open-images.acast.com/shows/6416306fed587b001171d5a7/show-cover.jpg?height=200","description":"In this episode we lay some of the ideological foundations of the deck. At the end I give a birds eye view of the major arcana through a poem that tracks the transformation of their traditional names to their new ones in this deck. A written copy of the poem is included below, with all card titles, new and old, capitalized. \n\n\nThe Fool has been the Wonderer, shy of the prying eye and, free of shame, leaps \n\nThe Magician, shedding pretense, becomes the Shaper who molds us through practice\n\nThe High Priestess, cast aside for guarding too closely the veil beyond which our Ancestors lie\n\nThe Empress, once decomposed, releveals to us the inherent Abundance of the world\n\nThe Emperor, only bones, is fossilized deep within the mountain of Embodiment \n\nWe turn away from the hierarchy of the Hierophant towards knowing through Reflection\n\nLovers dissolve into Lovers \n\nThe Chariot into Chrysalis, that carries us on a wind \n\nInto the awakening of Justice we open our eyes\n\nThe Seeker might travel further than the Hermit could into the dark of the self\n\nInto The Eye Of The Storm where we find refuge from The Wheel Of Fortune \n\nFrom there emerges a Strength capable of holding a storm \n\nThe Hanged One becomes Rooted\n\nto the earth which holds us tenderly through Death \n\nWhose dissolution carries us past Temperance and into The River. \n\nWhose flow runs beyond the Devil into Revolution and Evolution \n\nChange sweeps us into the Storm which has toppled the tower and built mountains \n\nThe Star, shining, offers an elusive healing \n\nThe Moon carries us through tides of change, hardening the armor that protects \n\nAnd we return to the Sun a child again\n\nOver the ruckus of Judgment we hear the Call, our Call\n\nThat leads us home, safe in the womb of the World to grow \n\nTo see ourself, the Patternist.","author_name":"shea messinger"}