The Hands of the Victim

Today has been another one of those where the cards made little sense all day, only to click around late afternoon.

As I had decided, I went into the charity shop this morning. Like before, my last window-display had been pretty much trashed by the other volunteers. Don't get me wrong, I don't think this was intentional; I think they just believe that piling it high with just about anything will help sales. Unfortunately, it just makes it look a mess. So I picked out some nice stuff from the rails, re-dressed my mannequins, and pulled the clutter out. People work in the shop for a variety of reasons, so there are more than a handful of characters on the staff team. I still enjoy going there and they are good company. I have found that worth does not always have to be acknowledged in a pay packet.

Late this afternoon, I received a message from a friend; well, from someone I have known for a long time but don't have much to do with and don't see very often. I recently mentioned here that he and a good friend of mine had fallen out, due to the way he had treated her. This afternoon's message was dramatic and seeking of attention, not unlike the majority that he sends. Thinking about today's cards, it was very much part of the 9 of Swords - a card that you might associate with a drama queen.

The thing about the swords in the second card is that they never actually touch the girl, regardless of how threatening they might seem. This is the key to the card, and I think, to today's reading. As insensitive as it might sound, I think that the message from my 'friend' was born from 10% reality and 90% drama.

The other thing about the 9 of Swords, which I hadn't considered before, is that it could have something to do with the fighting of difficult thoughts. The girl in the card could be traumatised by unnessesary worry, which is one traditional interpretation of this card, but I wonder if she is simply caving in under stray thoughts which she cannot control. I wrote back to the friend, but I didn't play into the hands of the victim. My lack of any great support might sound harsh, but people have been pussy-footing around this guy for too long. As another friend pointed out, there are simple solutions to his problems, if he wasn't so pig-headed and could accepted even just a little responsibility for his actions. In the Ace of Cups, I extended as much of an emotional hand as I felt I could under the circumstances.

My boyfriend and I spent tonight at his sisters, so that he could watch football with his brother-in-law. Like usual, I spent my time talking with his sister, rather than watching the screen. It was bad enough that I was missing my beloved Mary Portas, let alone having to rub salt in the wounds by watching the West Ham game instead.



Illustrations from The Sharman Caselli Tarot by Giovanni Caselli